جہان مشت گل و دل حاصل اوست

جہان مشت گل و دل حاصل اوستہمین یک قطرۂ خون مشکل اوستنگاہ ما دو بین افتاد ورنہجہان ھر کسی اندر دل اوست

The world is clay; our hearts its harvest be; yet is this drop of blood its mystery.
Surely our sight is double, or the world of every man is in his heart to see.