غزل شمارهٔ 841

Again the sun of felicity has mounted to heaven, again the desire of the souls has arrived from the way of the soul.

Again by the good pleasure of Rid.w¯an the gates of paradise have been opened, every spirit is plunged up to its neck in the pool of Kauthar.

Again that King, who is the altar to whom kings turn, has entered, again that Moon surpassing the moon has entered.

These distraught by mad passion have all mounted their steeds, for that King, the unique cavalier, has entered the heart of the army.

The particles of dark earth are all bewildered and amazed, having heard from placelessness the cry, “Arise, the resurrection has come!”

The inexpressible proclamation has come, not from within and not from without, not left, not right, not behind, not from before.

You say, “What direction is that?” That direction where there is questing. You say, “Whither shall I turn my face?” Thither this head has come;

Thither whence this ripeness came upon the fruits, thither whence the attributes of gems came upon the stones;

Thither where the dry fish came to life before Khid.ar, thither whence Moses’ hand became as a radiant moon.

This burning in our hearts has become bright as a candle, this decree has come upon our heads like a crown of pride.

The soul has not leave to utter this exposition, else every infidel would have escaped from unbelief.

The unbeliever in hardship turns his face thither; when he experiences pain on this side, he believes in that side.

Continue in pain, that pain may show you the road thither; that place who sees? The man who is constrained by pain.

That most mighty Emperor has closed the door fast; today he has put on human apparel and entered by the door.