بخش 134 - وسوسه‌ای کی پادشاه‌زاده را پیدا شد از سبب استغنایی و کشفی کی از شاه دل او را حاصل شده بود و قصد ناشکری و سرکشی می‌کرد شاه را از راه الهام و سر شاه را خبر شد دلش درد کرد روح او را زخمی زد چنانک صورت شاه را خبر نبود الی آخره

When from the inward nature of the King the (spiritual) allowance was paid over, without sale or purchase, into his (the prince's) soul,

His moon-like soul was feeding on the light of the King's soul as the moon (feeds) on (the light of) the sun,

And the spiritual ration from the peerless King was arriving in his intoxicated soul at every moment.

’Twas not that (material food) which polytheists and Christians eat, (but) part of the (spiritual) food which the angels eat.

He felt self-sufficiency within himself, and from self-sufficiency emerged a feeling of insolent pride.

“Am not I,” said he, “both a king and a king's son? How have I let this King take control of me?

Now that a resplendent moon has risen for me, why should I be following a (cloud of) dust?

The water is (running) in my river-bed, and ’tis time to show disdain: wherefore should I who want nothing endure disdain from another?

Why should I bandage my head when my headache is gone? The time for pale face and tearful eye is past.

Since my lips have become (sweet) as sugar and my cheeks (bright) as the moon, I must open another (independent) shop.”

When his carnal soul began to spawn from this egoism, he began to chew a hundred thousand thistles (cherish absurd fancies).

Even the evil eye can traverse a hundred deserts to reach the object of its greed and envy:

How, (then), should the sea of the King, to which every water returns, be ignorant of what is (contained) in torrent and river?

The King's heart was pained by his (the prince's) thoughts and the ingratitude (shown) for his virgin (ever new) munificence.

He said (to himself), “Prithee, O base ill-mannered fellow, was this what my bounty deserved? Marvellous!

(Look) how I have dealt with thee in (lavishing) this precious treasure! (Look) how thou hast dealt with me in thy mean-spiritedness!

I have put in thy bosom a moon that will never set till the Day of Reckoning,

And in requital for that gift of pure light thou hast thrown thorns and earth in mine eye.

I have become for thee a ladder to Heaven, and thou hast become a bow and arrow in combat with me.”

Pangs of jealousy arose in (the heart of) the King: the reflexion of the King's pangs entered into him (the prince).

The bird of his felicity fluttered violently in reproaching him and tore the veil (exposed the disgrace) of him who had sought seclusion (made himself independent of the King).

When the comely youth felt within himself the dust and (disturbing) effects of his wicked behaviour,

(And saw that) the allowance of favour and bounty had failed and that the house of his joy was filled with sorrow,

He came to himself (recovered) from the intoxication caused by the wine (of egoism); (but) in consequence of that sin his head became the abode of cropsickness.

He had eaten the wheat (the forbidden fruit), his celestial robe had been stripped off him, and Paradise had become for him a desert and sandy plain.

He perceived that that (intoxicating) draught had made him ill and that the poison of those egoistic pretensions had done its work.

His soul that was (formerly) like a peacock in the (eternal) garden of delight (now) became like an owl in the wilderness of unreality.

Like Adam, he was left far away from Paradise, driving an ox on the earth for the purpose of sowing.

He was shedding tears and crying, “O Hindú mighty (in craft), thou hast made the lion a captive of the cow's tail.

O wicked fleshly soul with thy chill breath, thou hast acted disloyally to the King who answers every call for help.

In thy greed for a grain of wheat thou hast chosen (to enter) the trap, and every grain of its wheat has become a scorpion to (sting) thee.

The vain fancy of egoism came into thy head: (now) behold a shackle weighing fifty mann on thy foot!”

In this fashion was he mourning for his soul, saying, “Why did I become the antagonist of my sovereign?”

(Then) he came to himself and asked pardon of God, and with his repentance he combined something else.

The pain that arises from dread of losing one's faith—take pity (on him who is thus afflicted), for that is the irremediable pain.

May no human being have a perfect (new and spotless) raiment! As soon as he is delivered from enduring (poverty) he at once seeks the seat of honour.

May no human being possess a fist and nails! (for) then he never thinks of devotion and righteousness.

’Tis best for a man to be killed (mortified) in tribulation: the carnal soul is an ingrate and one that has gone astray.