غزل شمارهٔ 821

Laughter tells of your lovingkindness, tears complain of your wrath;

These two mutually contrary messages relate in this world about a single Beloved.

Lovingkindness beguiles a heedless man in such a way that he is not anxious about wrath, and commits sin;

The other man wrath endows with hopelessness, so that he keeps complete despair.

Love, like a pitying intercessor, comes to the protection of both these lost souls.

We give thanks for this love, O God, which performs infinite lovingkindnesses;

Whatever shortcomings in our gratitude we may be guilty of, love suffices to make amends for it.

Is this love Kauthar, or the Water of Life? It makes life without bound and term;

Between the sinner and God, like the Messenger, it runs much to and fro and busies itself greatly.

Make an end of verse on verse; do not recite this; love itself will interpret the verse.