O One who takes the hearts of lovers as hostage,
don’t shed the blood of lovers.Go away.
Look at the traces of blood on every road.
Hear the bloody yells everywhere.
I said to this heart, “See His club?”
If you are a ball, follow it. Keep turning. Run.”
This heart answered me,
“I have been worn out and then rejuvenated by His club
hundreds of thousands of times.”
The ball of the heart won’t hide from the club.
There is no hole, no hill in this valley.
My soul’s cat jumped out
when it heard the sneeze of the lion of death.
But, when that cat meowed,
the lion of death trembled and ran away.
This gold is from the mine of Shams of Tabriz.
If you look closely bit by bit,
its value will get even greater.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 9, Ghazal 120, verses 1229-1235, page 186.