خواجہ یی نیست کہ چون بندہ پرستارش نیست

خواجہ ئی نیست کہ چون بندہ پرستارش نیستبندہ ئی نیست کہ چون خواجہ خریدارش نیست

There is no master who does not adore Him like a slave. There is no slave who, if he were a master, would not bid for Him.

گرچہ از طور و کلیم است بیان واعظتاب آن جلوہ بہ آئینہ گفتارش نیست

Although the preacher talks a lot concerning Moses and Sinai, the mirror of his talk does not reflect the light of that theophany.

پیر ما مصلحتاً رو بہ مجاز آورد استورنہ با زہرہ وشان ہیچ سروکارش نیست

Our guide thinks it expedient to speak in metaphors; but otherwise he has nothing to do with fair-faced ones.

دل بہ او بند و ازین خرقہ فروشان بگریزنشوی صید غزالی کہ ز تاتارش نیست

Attach your heart to Him and shun these wearers of patched clothes. Do not become the quarry of gazelles which do not come from His own Tartary.

نغمۂ عافیت از بربط من می طلبیاز کجا بر کشم آن نغمہ کہ در تارش نیست

You want a melody of peace played on my lute. How am I to extract from it a tone that is not in its strings?

دل ما قشقہ زد و برہمنی کرد ولیآنچنان کرد کہ شایستہ زنارش نیست

My heart applied the qashqa to the brow, and took to Brahmins’ ways; but did so in a manner which did not befit its sacred thread.

عشق در صحبت میخانہ بہ گفتار آیدزانکہ در دیر و حرم محرم اسرارش نیست

Love speaks out in the company that it finds in the tavern. In idol-house and in Harem. It finds no confidant.