بخش 18 - تفسیر یا حسرة علی العباد

It (the moth) says, “I was deceived by thy (outward) features and (too) late did I regard thy (inward) condition.”

The candle is extinguished, the wine is gone, and the Beloved has withdrawn himself from the disgrace of our squintness.

Thy profits have become a loss and penalty: thou complainest bitterly to God of thy blindness.

How excellent are the spirits of brethren trustworthy, self-surrendering, believing, obeying!

Every one (else) has turned his face in some direction, but those holy ones have turned towards that which transcends direction.

Every (other) pigeon flies on some course, but this pigeon (flies) in a region where no region is.

We are neither birds of the air nor domestic (fowls): our grain is the grain of grainlessness.

Our daily bread is so ample because our stitching the coat (of bodily existence) has become the tearing (of it to pieces).