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Birds and houris belong to the paradise of bodies, Wisdom and religion are the paradise of God. The sustenance of lovers in the celestial heaven Is nothing but the beauty of God. How do you know what sustenance you are taking? In such a heart, how can the celestial realm arrive? For the sake of begging in the celestial realm, One gives his soul for the sake of attaining His satisfaction. He who is in bondage to houris and youth, Is not a master, but is among the servants. He who in the rank of the court of eternity Sings ghazals like a nightingale, When he receives nourishment from the purity of selection, He distinguishes the physical world from the celestial world. Since you do not have prohibitions in front of you, Do not worry even a barleycorn's worth about the reckoning of intellect. How do you know what God's paradise is? How do you recognize what the paradise of the soul is? How can your lust carry you to paradise, When you desire houris, castles, and cultivated fields? Like a lute, through sin and an ugly character, Your eyes have opened for the sake of the eight paradises. O you who have accepted religion with unmanliness in your heart, How much of this bread and how much of this have you eaten? At last, acquire a heart one day, In which there is a burning passion for religion. Suppose that here, out of devilry and ugliness, You completely conceal your faults from everyone. When you arrive in the world of the beyond, Your fault will speak: 'Here I am, how are you?' Keep concealing, like the common folk, Your fault for the sake of reputation among people. Then, know that so your passion becomes pleased, You offer the excuse: 'My intellect commanded me to do this.' Even if you conceal it from yourself for secondary reasons, Have shame from within, shame of the divine law. All this pomp and display is in vain; Intellect has commanded nothing but truthfulness. And those who are the men of this path, Are aware of the nature of time. They love the cruelty of the Friend, since it comes from His door, Because the Friend loves what the Friend does. Do not harbor anger within you, in the manner of Muhammad, Except for hunting down the violators of the divine law. Behead greed with the sword of fidelity; Hamstring stinginess with the purity of satisfaction. And those donkeys that carry the load of clay, Will they taste the pure drink of the heart's work? You see them all in this foundation, Their brains full of wind from the fire of the heart. Since you are not a commander at this door, At least do not act less than a watchdog. If such a dog does not die within you, You will be less than a dog at the Resurrection. Empty your veins of canine qualities, Otherwise, at the Resurrection, you will rise as a dog. Do not be less than a dog, and know what is right, For a dog is grateful to you for a single morsel. Do not surrender your heart to anger for the sake of position and wealth; A mad dog tears apart even the sober. To the wise person who has found intellect and sight, Fatness is one thing, and swelling is another. A blind man is not like a sighted man; There is no need for me to elaborate on this. Even if you are pregnant by the passage of time, Time is also pregnant with your death. Do not make the body fat with delicious morsels, For when a horse becomes fat, it becomes rebellious. An intestine that has become fat and moist with gas, Becomes light and thin with two needles. Fools are left at the head of the bridge, Feet in the mud, both hands in chains. All in the water of this transient existence, Fresh and moist like an inflated intestine. You, in this domain of corruption and vice, Have remained afflicted despite a potentially cheerful heart. If you are of the lineage of Adam, Be born of yourself, girded like a pen. Return the origin to the origin; Give the pleasant to the pleasant, and the unpleasant to the wicked. Intellect and worldly knowledge are a sinister plague, Just as feathers and wings are the affliction of the peacock. Whatever you say that is not in the path of Adam, Demons and wild beasts will immediately catch your eye. How can the partridge of tradition enter the garden of need, When the hawk strides in? Say, the daughter of religion is not light-spirited; She has a heavy dowry in the world. The heart does not become empty of excessive talking; So why do you wash blood with blood? For that reason, heaven gave you a warning, Beneath the wheel of kings, high above the fish. Lest you answer the foolish pretenders of wisdom, And if you do speak, speak only like a mountain.