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God's gaze smiles upon our faces,

بر روی ما نگاه خدا خنده میزند

though we have not found the way to the shore of his grace,

هر چند ره به ساحل لطفش نبرده ایم

for, like the black-deeded ascetics clad in robes,

زیرا چو زاهدان سیه کار خرقه پوش

we have not drunk wine concealed from God's eyes.

پنهان ز دیدگان خدا می نخورده ایم

If the forehead grows black from the brand of a sin,

پیشانی ار ز داغ گناهی سیه شود

it is better than the mark of the prayer stone worn out of hypocrisy.

بهتر ز داغ مهر نماز از سر ریا

Not to speak God's name is better than, beneath your breath,

نام خدا نبردن از آن به که زیر لب

saying “God, God” to deceive the people.

بهر فریب خلق بگویی خدا خدا

What sorrow is it to us if one night, among the gathering, the sheikh

ما را چه غم که شیخ شبی در میان جمع

joyfully closed the gate of paradise before our faces?

بر رویمان ببست به شادی در بهشت

He will open it… he who, with his grace and purity,

او میگشاید ... او که به لطف و صفای خویش

seems to have kneaded the earth of our nature from sorrow.

گویی که خاک طینت ما را ز غم سرشت

The storm of taunts did not take the smile from our lips.

طوفان طعنه خنده ما زلب نشست

We are a mountain, and we sit amid the sea.

کوهیم و در میانه دریا نشسته ایم

Since the breast is the place of the unique jewel of truth,

چون سینه جای گوهر یکتای راستیست

for this reason, amid the wave of events, we sit alone.

زین رو به موج حادثه تنها نشسته ایم

It is we… we who have heard the ascetic's taunt,

ماییم ... ما که طعنه زاهد شنیده ایم

it is we… we who have torn the garment of piety,

ماییم ... ما که جامه تقوا دریده ایم

for within the garment, nothing but the body of deception

زیرا درون جامه به جز پیکر فریب

have we seen from these travellers upon the road of truth.

زین راهیان راه حقیقت ندیده ایم

That fire which flames within our heart,

آن آتشی که در دل ما شعله میکشد

if it had fallen amid the sheikh's skirts,

گر در میان دامن شیخ اوفتاده بود

he would no longer have called us, who have burned from the sparks of love,

دیگر به ما که سوخته ایم از شرار عشق

by the name of disgraced sinners.

نام گناهکاره رسوا نداده بود

Let the people, in mockery, tell,

بگذار تا به طعنه بگویند مردمان

into one another's ears, the tale of our enduring love.

در گوش هم حکایت عشق مدام ، ما

The one whose heart came alive through love never dies.

هرگز نمیرد آنکه دلش زنده شد به عشق

Our permanence is recorded in the register of the world.

ثبت است در جریده عالم دوام ما