بخش 189 - صفت آن مسجد کی عاشق‌کش بود و آن عاشق مرگ‌جوی لا ابالی کی درو مهمان شد

Lend ear to a story, O well-conducted man! There was a mosque on the outskirts of the city of Rayy.

No one ever slept the night there but on the same night (he died) from terror (and) his children became orphans.

Many the naked (destitute) stranger that went into it (at nightfall) and went at dawn, like the stars, into the grave.

Make thyself very attentive to this (tale)! The dawn is come, cut short thy slumber!

Every one used to say that in it there were fierce Jinnís who killed the guests with blunt swords.

Another would say, “It is the magic and talisman, for this enchantment is the foe and enemy of life.”

Another would say, “Put an inscription (notice) conspicuously on its door—‘O guest, do not stay here.

Do not sleep the night here, if you want to live; otherwise, death will unmask an ambush for you in this place.’”

And another would say, “Bolt (the door) at night, (and when) a heedless person comes, do not admit him.”