غزل شمارهٔ 3034

O soul, the breeze of spring is coming, so that you may raise your hand towards the rose garden.

Grass and lily, tulip and hyacinth said, “There grows whatever you sow.”

Buds and rose blossoms came as a helmet so that the ugliness of the thorn may not appear.

Elevation has come to the tall cypress, it has found glory after humiliation.

Spirit enters all the garden, for water displays spiritbestowing;

The beauty of the garden increases from water—it has come as most blessed friendship.

Leaf has sent a message to fruit, “You come quickly, do not scratch your ear.”

That sweet grape is king of the fruits, because its tree was emaciated.

In the winter of lust how long shall the garden of our heart remain imprisoned and walled in?

Seek the way from the heart, seek the moon from the soul; what does the earth possess but dust?

Rise, wash your face, but with a water which beautifies the cheek of the rose.

The branch of blossoms said to the basil, “Lay down whatever you possess in our path.”

The nightingale said to the garden, “We are the quarry of your snare.”

The rose entreats God for mercy, “Do not put winter in command over us.”

God says, “How does juice come out of fruit until you squeeze it?

“Do not grieve over December and the raiding Ghuzz, and regard this business as lying at my door.

“Thanks and praise, joy and increase do not appear except you lament.

“I will give you life unnumbered if I take away numbered life;

“I will give you wine without hangover if I take away wine that yields hangover.”

How many pictures hath knowledge, why do you go on painting its pages?

Through you the face of the pages has been blackened; how can you read the writing of day?

Have done with smoke; look at the light from the moon of the Beloved in the dark night.

Enough, enough, come down from your horse, so that he may ride forth, the horseman supreme.