غزل شمارهٔ 1531

Come, for today we are the quarry of the King, we have no need for self and the world.

Come, for today like Moses son of ‘Imr¯an {with manliness} we will lift up dust from the sea.

All night we were fallen like a staff; now that day has come we are restless as serpents.

Having circumambulated round our own breast, we bring out of the soul’s pocket the White Hand.

By that power whereby a serpent became a staff, every night we are like a staff, daily a serpent;

For arrogant Pharaoh we are serpents, for Moses we are staves and obedient.

By zeal we shed the blood of Nimrods; do not regard the fact that we are slender as gnats.

We will exceed over lions and elephants, though in the hand of that Lion we are helpless.

Though like camels we are crooked of nature, like camels we travel smoothly towards the Kaaba.

We will not attach our hearts to a two-days’ fortune, for we are successful in everlasting fortune.

Like sun and moon we are near and far, like love and the heart we are hidden and patent.

For the sake of blood-lapping, blood-devouring Love we are as blood in the platter of Love’s dogs.

As fish in the time of silence we are silent, in the time of speech we are the dustless moon.