A moth plunging into the fire told me, “Do the same.”
He was burning, fluttering his wings and telling me,
“Be like me.”
The oil lamp is filled with oil. Its wick is knotted, burning with its broken neck.
At the same time, it is telling me softly,
“Be like me.”
The candle is burning and melting, has given itself to heat and suffering.
At the same time, it is telling me, “Burn and melt like this.
Be like me.”
“It isn’t worth it to spend gold and silver to earn profit in this world,”
It is saying. “Try to burn. Melt this way.
Be like me.”
The sea has filled its lap with pearls, sits at the head.
So as not to be conceited, it shows itself as bitter and salty.
It is trying to tell you,
“Be like me.”
The phoenix has given up good and bad, is free from traps.
It has settled down on Kafdagi, is trying to tell you,
“Be like me.”
The rose has purified its face, torn its robe, endured the thorns,
Telling you to do and
“Be like me.”
Wine has given up fame and hundreds of names, is free from shame and modesty,
Has become an enemy of the mind, keeps running in man’s brain, saying to you,
‘”Be like me.”
The shrill pipe has become completely empty, has closed its eyes,
Only giving its lips to the one who blows, and is saying,
“Be like me.”
Adam was in mourning for forty years,
Kept crying, telling his children,
“Be like me.”
Be silent. Learn, at last, a lesson from the hard rock.
It also stays silent, but cries,
“Be like me.”
See Shemseddin of Tebriz fill the valley with the light of soul
And the plains with greatness, saying,
“Be like me.”
Divan-i Kebir, Meter 2, Gazel 79, Verses 2842-2865, Pages 150-151