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O nightingale singing melodies, sometimes life-giving and sometimes striking the soul With a face like Joseph and a voice like David, begin the Psalms of love like a nightingale Since you must be in the tale of the rose, you must have a thousand voices like the nightingale You have more restlessness than the nightingale, for you have the explanation of the rose's love before you Since you have a jewel-raining sword of a tongue, come O spiritual jewel-raining cloud A speaker who took the ball in speech, that speaker spoke thus: That there was a king whose command the world was under, the whole world submitted to him like Solomon The sphere was his royal capital, but he was the sun of the moon and the fish Like a sun he turned with a hundred respects, he turned among the towers of the seven climes One can say much of his every genus and species, that his origin was from the ancestors of Alexander He was a king to the world like Alexander, from head to foot his Rome was full of armies From so many armies, his decision fell thus, that every year his place was in two locations He had an island in the middle of the sea, all the king's treasure was stored there He had a palace whose head reached Capella, that the eyes of creatures could not reach its zenith A Huma bird on top of the proud palace, which would fly with the two eagles of the sphere In joy the king would sit there, every year he would sit there for three months When the season of the year became uncertain, in the ship of Noah of religion he would travel to Rome In Sunbul too he had a high palace, which was rarely empty of rose-faced ones In truth since he was the monarch of sea and land, sometimes his travel was in the sea and sometimes on land In sincerity the world of the soul became obedient to him, for he was Christian and the Spirit of God was his intercessor Do not ask of his justice in the country of Rome, and if you ask his name, the Caesar of Rome From his justice the whole country was such, that from prosperity the earth was like the sky Since justice and fairness were his work and profession, he always commanded with justice and fairness From so much justice and giving he did in the world, he made the harsh-tempered world good-natured Since he was on the truth, he did not bring irreligion, he did not unjustly bring a drop of blood from a nose He neither left the oppression of the candle on the moth, nor did he leave a single ruin for an owl If a child holding a basin full of gold, walked around the country of the Caesar From fear of the king there would not be a single brave one, who would ask whether this is dirt or gold His justice had its hand so open, that it tied the hand of the wind on the hyacinth That from fear of him the wind would not make dust, it abandoned stealing the hat of the rose If a wind blew from harshness, I do not know if it even killed a lamp Although the elephant-bodied had strength, not an ant on the dust was hurt by him Although he was a high king, he would speak with kindness to a beggar Therefore kingship is beautiful for the king, who in kingship takes care of dervishes You have no loss from good character, when you don't give gold, at least don't withdraw your tongue A tongue from which liquid gold has dripped, has bought a world of slaves without gold Among the clever, the dear king, attains a good name through justice and character Do not do oppression and remember this word from me, fear the sigh of the old and ancient born Neither sword can do that nor arrow, which at the time of dawn the sigh of an old man's heart can do If you are a king, like the sun, do not make a single atom despair of you The King Caesar who had justice and fairness, did not do oppression and gave justice its due His army inside every land, was beyond the narrowness of any count The new moon had become the monogram of his viziers, his secretaries taught writing to Mercury His wise men had made calendars from the heart, by thought divided the nine spheres From his treasure, Qarun's treasure was an alms, a ring was the key to his treasure From his justice the eyes of sedition asleep, from his generosity the cloud weeping, the sea drowning In every country that the king drew his army, no one in that country saw an army Victory was the vanguard of his army, the sphere would kiss the ground for his hat What though he had desire and happiness, he had no dear child The free king was like a lover, whose soul was bound to a prince He did not have a sovereign for the vanguard, who would be a memorial after him One's heart comes to the soul from a child, one's soul desires a child One is always in desire for a child, one has ten children, not one bread in hand A strange work is the work of the revolving sphere, that everyone has a different suffering from it Man, whether he has or has not, has no other work but to suffer grief Our survival is our affliction for us, for our comfort is in our annihilation for us The king from thought in the night-illuminating, called the wise men to himself one day He said to them from the casket that is the sphere, everyone's share is a different pearl A king like me who under this old monastery, shouts of kingship and nothing else At the service of the inhabited quarter in my prostration, in pleasure the seven seas are a tenth of my generosity If the sphere does not turn to my desire, it does not turn until it becomes my slave From my star my omen is so high, that the evil eye is on the fire like wild rue I am so endowed by the turn of the sphere, that anyone who suffers grief seems strange to me My ambition makes in washing hands, the garden of Eden an octagonal basin The wide-eyed houris bring water from Kawthar for me, place a chair for me from the seventh sphere When my anger writes a line to hell, its answer writes his name on ice When my opinion becomes the sun in Leo, my heart becomes the mirror of Jamshid If I twist on myself from the fire of anger, from fear of me fire brings water to its eyes If hell sees my heat, from shame, it falls into a cold region with a warm heart When my decision struck its banner in Leo, Leo became the lion of the banner when it breathed By my soul that if the world seeks war, from my army I will make the world tight on the world The error of the Turk came to me always, I spoke in error my righteousness came as a servant My fortune is so full of water from wakefulness, that sedition is drunk with sleep under my fortune Where does the eye of a soul see in sleep, a youth like my fortune in wakefulness I have youth and the kingdom of Solomon, since I do not have a child what is the cure? I need that when I pack my baggage, I have a crown to whom I give the throne Now from the bottom of these nine revolving vaults, which is a flowing and inverted sea Like divers seek familiarity, perhaps the sea will come to the shore from somewhere The wise men of the twelve towers of the heavens, struck from the sky on the board of the earth And after that the spider of every astrolabe, became radiant from the sun of the fourth curtain When the face of the spider found an effect from the heat, the two eyes of the hole found news from the curtain The sphere was like a spider's web, from the hole the time of the ascendant came out You would say the hole under it clear light, together are like a needle and the eye of a needle Toward the sun of Jesus it made a sign, that the needle to the Christian brings good news That a prince will arise for the king, of auspicious appearance and blessed lineage A jewel that in the thread of time, will speak rhythmic words eternally In wisdom he will scatter gold like fire, what kind of fire, pleasant like liquid gold He will become so aware of the secret of the heavens, that his heavens will place their face on the dust When the new king wears the robe in kingship, the new moon will place its hat before him From manliness such a hand will fall to a state, that Rostam will seem to him like an old woman That musk pod will bestow such a gift, that the sea will seem to him like a dry spring The Egypt of his beauty will be so beautiful, that Joseph will pull up the Nile of his perfection But these seven cruel fields, will place a hard threshold before him When he rises from before that threshold, after that time will sit straight When this good news came into the king's heart, his heart you'd say plundered joy The king from joy made a heart like the universal intellect, he filled the mouths of the wise men with gold like a rose He scattered so much gold and silver and jewels, that the gatherer became helpless and remained He sat for that, to see what figure the new umbrella of the compass will throw from the point of work There is much wonder behind the curtain, you do not know but it is easy for you If that was not shining upon you, your heart would not be so scattered