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Lo, O royal falcon on the king's forearm, What is your cap? It spans from fish to moon. You are a falcon, and your cap is such That its quiver is half the quiver of heaven. If you cast off your cap from your head, Nothing will stand in your way. Now emerge from everything you know, Since you came with nothing, only then enter. If you come with nothing, O you who are everything, You will be like me, nothing and everything as well. Hail, Attar! Who from the musk of meanings, Can open a hundred pods of musk if you will. May your pearl-shedding tongue never dry, May nothing but pearls scatter from your tongue. Speech has a shadow upon the Glorious Throne, For it was created bright like the sun. Speech cannot ascend higher than this capability, Anyone who denies this has no soul. My book is the viewing-place of the soul, A representation of the eternal world. The contemplation of intellect became these meanings, Contemplate upon the water of life. Gaze happily upon this story, Contemplate the rose of this garden. Speakers have spoken much speech, But they did not speak in Attar's style. The world has not seen a speaker like me, Who has seen no scent in other poetry. They find secrets in my poetry for this reason, That they find a scent from Attar's shop. Like Attar, I filled the world with musk, With fresh poetry, I dried the felt of this saddle. From the hand of the spirit, I tasted Jamshid's cup, I drew together speech of every kind. Of every door I spoke, and I spoke much, Like the low wailing of a lute, I sang. In meaning, my poetry is Sirius and the moon, Its script is like a black veil over poetry. Whoever looks at poetry from its outer appearance, How can he see the depth of the sea of my poetry? Extract the ancient secret from speech, Read this discourse as the Persian Psalms. If you ponder slowly upon this, With your soul you will praise every couplet. See if a better sorcery can be done than this, With fairness, can you praise me? Whoever is a fault-finder of someone like me, Says only this: that he is long-winded. But since I have many meanings, I speak much; do not listen if you can. A gem, after all, is also worth seeing, Such speaking is also worth hearing. Go, read it, and when you have read, pray, For a moment, leave the faults of this poor one. The world is full of faults and the creation is fault-seeking, While the faultless is the Knower of the unseen God. Since I spoke it, you read it to the end, This is my memorial until Resurrection. Though the tale was a reliable secret, Yet my purpose was something else. I do not covet praise or eulogy, But I hope for a prayer. O heart, how much will you speak, how much will you boil? Now your time of silence has come. The cruelties you saw from the heavens, Gather them all at once, one by one. Write them all on paper openly, And after that, throw your paper into the water. You have no deed on life, That you must remain forever. Since you never were, after this too, If you never exist, there is no grief in this. Beyond limit in this valley full of wells, They sank, and no one returned from the path. The way is long and the destination invisible, Intellect has lost the way, the heart is invisible. For me, indeed, the heart is split in two from awe, For I know this is a mighty task. Much did I seek the thread of this work, Much did I seek the center point of the compass. Bewilderment did not untie this knot for me, I did not see the highway and was left behind the road. Now, since I saw neither heart nor beloved, My work came from the failure of work. In this world to which I have turned, I have brought two worlds in two hairs. When the day of my death comes and breath is severed, Those two hairs will be severed from each other. I want that from the traceless love, That my name be erased eternally. If my name comes out of the register, How would I yield even if the soul departs? My body was lost when the soul was dominant, I became vanquished when that was dominant. Out of this ruin I am going, I know not how I am going. Since dying was to be, why was this birth? Since departing was to be, why was the standing? Why did the soul partner with the body, Since it was to return there in regret? Whoever became a bird of the snare of water and clay, His being turned upside down was recorded. Behold a world of creation remaining unhappy, All crying out in lament against themselves. If we sought ease always, We spent our lives in difficulty, unfulfilled. Under the shadow we have our heads all, For we all bring our heads toward annihilation. O heart, do not puff so much when the work has fallen, For like the head, much has befallen you. Go, choose a corner and find the way out, Go down into obscurity and finish the road. Those who saw the plague of lust, With gold, they bought their own obscurity. Does anyone have work and business in the world Who has no business in the world? Seek leisure so that you may be happy for a moment, So that you may pass easily through a pleasant world. When you see opposite in opposite at the beginning, You will know the value of your own body again. If anyone is free from the world, it is good, But he is more busy with the Truth. Who knows the value of the eye in this path? One who is blind, choosing a corner. Since you see that from this inverted bowl Calamity rains down in a hundred ways smoothly, If you are in safety, O ant in the bowl, Bring the night to end, and know the value of the day. O Lord, the calamity of the turning heavens, Turn away from this wandering one. O Lord, I spoke much nonsense, I spoke much of what was and was not. Though the sin of the disobedient is a hundred worlds, Yet one speck of Your grace is greater than that. Since we have nothing but deficiency of obedience, What weight can we bring, a handful of poor means? Since this task of ours fell from us, O Lord, do not leave us to ourselves. Pity the self-seeing helperless ones, Behold the need of the tested poor. We are heavily burdened, grant to us freely, Give to the ruined ones without capital. If You wish to make us hopeless, With whom then will You make Your bounty eternal? You are Merciful, make the creation innocent, Do not make them deprived of Your grace. O God, if we are in form human, We are not aware, we are a handful of ignorant ones. Since we are a handful of new Muslims, We raised a finger in faith. From a handful of dust, a finger is enough, Do not put a finger on another, for it is raw. Anyone who is absent from You for a moment, At that moment he is a disbeliever, but hidden. If he is continuously absent, The door of Islam is closed to him. Grant presence, O my Sustainer, For I have no strength to be absent. You can deliver me from creation, When my affair falls with You, You know. O God, I am going, be You my guide, Give reality to my grieving soul. Since I spoke for a time of Your tale, I died with a heart mad for You. If I am a child, this eloquence is enough for me, That You gave me leisure from all the world. If I had any intimacy in the world, It was with my mother, and she departed from the midst. Though Rabia was a hundred heroes, Yet she was second to that lion-woman. Such a strong support was that weak woman, That the back of the Law was the face of the Caliph. Though she was a weak spider, Yet she was an elephant-keeper over my head. The grief of her is not so much on my soul That her mourning can ever be done. Come, so that I may not raise a sigh from this grief, I will draw her grief into my heart and not bring out breath. Since there is no confidant for this grief, with whom shall I speak? She was my confidant, with whom shall I speak? If coming here is not possible for her, No life remains for me, going there is possible. If I reach her, I will speak with her Of the grief that came to my face from her death. She was not a woman, she was a man of meaning, At dawn, her prayer was powerful. What a sigh of dawn she had, From every sigh she had a path to the Truth. Since it is now more than twenty years, That neither veil nor boot was her habit. Free from the world and choosing fortune, Having taken a corner and chosen solitude. Turning her face to You, O her guide, She knocked much on the door for opening. You know how she was in Your pain, That her face was full of tears of blood every dawn. Much in weeping and in restlessness, Day and night she called on You in wailing. With Your support, she worked for a lifetime, Out of desire for You, she turned her face to the wall. You were her indispensable one of the two worlds, By Your grace, take her hand, O helper. Give her body sweet sleep in safety, Make her heart awake until Resurrection. Inside her dust, kindle a candle That neither dies out by night nor by day. From before that eternal paradise, Open a door into her grave if You can. If dust from the world is her portion, Wash it away from her at once with a rain of mercy. She called You much and You heard, Make her hear a call from You soon. Make her shroud the silk of paradise, Make her tomb a meadow for her body and soul. By the truth of the heart, since she had much loyalty to You, Fulfill her hope, for she had You. Do not turn away from me, the grief-stricken, With the support of her prayers cut off. Whoever remembers me in prayer, May God keep him at all times.