غزل شمارهٔ 1546

I departed, ridding the world of the trouble of my presence, I escaped from anguish with my life;

I bade farewell to my companions, I transported my soul to the signless world.

I went forth from this house of six doors, gaily I carried my baggage to placelessness.

When I beheld the master of the hunt of the Unseen I flew like an arrow, carrying my bow;

When the polo-stick of death approached me, I carried off from the midst the ball of felicity.

A marvellous moon shone through my window; I went to the roof, carrying a ladder.

The roof of heaven which is the assembly-place of souls, was fairer than I had ever imagined.

Since my rose-branch had become withered, I carried it back again to the garden and rosebower.

As there was no purchaser for my coin, I carried it quickly to the source of the source of the mine;

From these counterfeiters I carried also as a present a filing of the soul to the goldsmith.

In the Unseen the boundless world I saw; to that bound I transported my tent.

Do not weep for me, for I am happy because of this journey, inasmuch as I have travelled the road to the realm of paradise.

Write this saying upon my tomb, that I have come safely out of trial and tribulation.

Sleep sweetly, body, in this earth, for I have carried your message up to heaven.

Bind up my chin, for I have carried all lamentations to the Creator of lamentation.

Speak no more the grief of your heart, for I have carried your heart to the presence of Him who knows all secrets.