بخش 185 - رو نهادن آن بندهٔ عاشق سوی بخارا

With throbbing heart the lover, who shed tears mingled with blood, set out for Bukhárá in hot haste.

The sands of Ámún seemed to him like silk, the river Oxus seemed to him like a pond.

To him that wilderness was like a rose-garden: he was falling on his back from laughter, like the (full-blown) rose.

The (material) candy is in Samarcand; but his lip got it from “Bukhárá,” and that (spiritual candy) became his creed.

“O Bukhárá, thou hast increased understanding (in others) but thou hast robbed me of understanding and religion.

I am seeking the Full Moon: hence I am (thin) as the new moon. I am seeking the Sadr (Prince) in this ‘shoe-row’ (vestibule).”

When he described that “Bukhárá” looming black (in the distance), a whiteness (a mystic illumination) appeared in the blackness of his grief.

He fell (and lay) awhile senseless and outstretched: his reason flew into the garden of the mystery.

They were sprinkling rose-water on his head and face; they were unaware of the rose-water of his love.

He had beheld a hidden rose-garden: the raiding foray of Love had cut him off from himself.

Thou, frozen (in spirit), art not worthy of this (inspiring) breath (of love): though thou art a reed (cane), thou art not associated with sugar.

The baggage of intellect is with thee, and thou art (still) possessed of thy wits, for thou art unaware of armies which ye did not see.