غزل شمارهٔ 18

Rise like the morning air and learn to blow again; tulip and rose are fair; play gently with their train, deep in the rosebud’s heart learn how to stab thy dart.

You put on a hair-shirt and throbbed without taste; you throbbed in such a way that you arrived nowhere. Learn to throb in the assembly of longing.

Bind again your wandering heart to Him; open your eyes to yourself and close them to others. Learn again how to see and not to see.

What is breath? It is a message. Did you hear it or not? In your dust there is a universal manifestation; did you see it or not? Learn again to see and hear.

We have not the eye of an eagle and the heart of a falcon; like a house-bird we do not know the delight of flight. O house-bird, rise and learn to fly again.

The throne of Jamshid and Darius is not sold by the roadside; this heavy mountain is not sold for a straw. Learn again to buy it with your heart’s blood.

You lamented and destiny remained as it was; that ring of chain remained as it was. Do not despair; make another attempt.

Burnt-out one, take another spark from the scar of the liver; twist within yourself awhile and set the whole reed-bed aflame. Become a flame and burn the chaff again.