بخش 160 - وصف ضعیف دلی و سستی صوفی سایه پرورد مجاهده ناکرده درد و داغ عشق ناچشیده به سجده و دست‌بوس عام و به حرمت نظر کردن و بانگشت نمودن ایشان کی امروز در زمانه صوفی اوست غره شده و بوهم بیمار شده هم‌چون آن معلم کی کودکان گفتند کی رنجوری و با این وهم کی من مجاهدم مرا درین ره پهلوان می‌دانند با غازیان به غزا رفته کی به ظاهر نیز هنر بنمایم در جهاد اکبر مستثناام جهاد اصغر خود پیش من چه محل دارد خیال شیر دیده و دلیریها کرده و مست این دلیری شده و روی به بیشه نهاده به قصد شیر و شیر به زبان حال گفته کی کلا سوف تعلمون ثم کلا سوف تعلمون

A Súfí went with the army to fight the infidels: suddenly came the clangours and din of war.

The Súfí stayed behind with the baggage-train and tents and invalids, (while) the horsemen rode into the line of battle.

The earth-bound heavies remained in their place; the foremost in the march, the foremost in the march, rode on.

After the combat, they came (back) victorious: they returned in possession of profit and (laden) with spoils.

They gave (him) a present (from the battle-field), saying, “Thou too, O Súfí!” (but) he cast it out (of the tent) and would not take anything.

Then they said to him, “Why art thou angry?” He answered, “I have been deprived of (my share in) the fighting.”

The Súfí was not at all pleased with that act of kindness, because he had not drawn the sword in the holy war.

So they said to him, “We have brought prisoners in: do thou take that one to kill.

Cut off his head, in order that thou too mayst be a holy warrior.” (Thereupon) the Súfí was somewhat pleased and encouraged;

For, though in the ritual ablution water has a hundred excellences, (yet) when it is not (obtainable) one must make use of sand.

The Súfí led the pinioned prisoner behind the tent in order to wage the holy war.

The Súfí tarried with the prisoner a long while; the party (of soldiers) said, “The dervish has made a long stay there.

An infidel with both hands tied! (Surely) he is ready for killing: what is the cause of this delay in slaughtering him?”

One of them went after him to investigate: he found the infidel on the top of him (the Súfí),

Tanquam mas super femina, and the infidel couching upon the dervish like a lion.

With his hands tied, he was gnawing the Súfí's throat in obstinate strife.

The infidel was gnawing his throat with his teeth: the Súfí lay beneath, senseless.

The pinioned infidel, (fierce) as a cat, had wounded his throat without (using) a lance.

The prisoner had half-killed him with his teeth: his beard was soaked in blood from the throat of the dervish.

(This is) like you, who under the violence of your pinioned fleshly soul have become as senseless and abject as that Súfí.

O you whose religion is incapable of (climbing) a single hillock, there are a hundred thousand mountains in front of you.

You are dead with fear of a ridge of this (small) size: how will you climb up precipices (big) as a mountain?

The warriors, (moved) by (religious) zeal, at that very instant ruthlessly put the infidel to the sword.

They sprinkled water and rose-water on the face of the Súfí, that he might recover from his unconsciousness and the sleep (of his senses).

When he came to himself, he saw the party (of soldiers), and they asked him how it had happened,

(Saying), “God! God! what is the matter, O worshipful one? By what thing wert thou made so senseless?

Was a half-killed pinioned infidel the cause of thy falling into such a senseless and abject plight?”

He replied, “When I attempted (to cut off) his head in anger, the impudent fellow looked at me queerly.

He opened his eyes wide at me: he rolled his eyes, and consciousness vanished from my body.

The rolling of his eyes seemed to me an army: I cannot describe how terrible it was.

(Let me) cut the story short: from (fright at) those eyes I became so beside myself and fell to the ground.”