غزل شمارهٔ 2946

Yesterday you made compact and repentance, today you have broken them; yesterday you were a bitter sea, today you are a pearl.

Yesterday you were B¯a Yaz¯ıd and were augmenting; today you are in ruins, a dregs-seller and drunk.

Drink the dregs, O soul! Break from reason, O soul! Do not wear blue, O soul, until you worship idols.

Today you are very dissolute, you share the cup with the sun; You are not the master of the moon, nor the husband of the lady.

You are greater than dwellings, you are outside mines; you are not that, but you are just as you are.

One corner you were bound up, of that corner you were sick; you opened that which was bound and escaped wholly, escaped.

A beast is not a rider, it is only for the sake of labor; you are no beast, you are a living man and you have leaped from labor, leaped.

You are a heavenly messenger; how can you be like the moon until you ride aloft and are in the hand of the thumbstall?

Silence, give no sign, though you expressed everything; every wounded one you have wounded has become the salve of a world.