حکمت و شعر

بوعلی اندر غبار ناقہ گمدست رومی پردۂ محمل گرفت

Bu Ali got lost in the dust kicked up by Layla’s dromedary. Rumi’s hand seized the curtain of her litter.

این فرو تر رفت و تا گوہر رسیدآن بگردابی چو خس منزل گرفت

This one dived deeper, deeper still, till he came upon the pearl he was after. But the other got caught in a whirlpool like a piece of straw.

حق اگر سوزی ندارد حکمت استشعر میگردد چو سوز از دل گرفت

If the truth has no fervour, it is plain philosophy. If it has the proper fervour, it is poetry.