My heart appreciates Beauty.
Why should I run away from the Beloved?
The dagger in my hand is a good one.
Why should I turn my face away from battle?
I am such a board that the carpenter has much to do with me.
I have never become helpless when facing the adze,
nor have I run away from the nail.
I myself am not like wood.
I have never gotten any idea besides the idea of the adze.
If I run away from the carpenter,
I deserve to be thrown into the fire and burned.
If I become hard like stone,
my progress towards becoming a ruby diminishes.
If I run away from the cave’s friend, I become small and dark like the cave.
If I am afraid of becoming leafless, I lose the ability to kiss the peach.
If I run away from the Tartar,
I can no longer smell the scent of the Tartar’s musk.
I am hurt by myself.
For this reason, I cannot fit into myself.
I am in such a place that I cannot fit in my own head, much less my turban.
If I miss this opportunity now, it will take thousands of centuries
to reach this glory again.
I am neither sick nor out of shape.
Why should I run away from the Beauties?
I don’t have an upset stomach.
Why should I stay away from the tavern keeper?
Since I don’t ride a donkey,
I will be the last one left in the square.
Since I am not a farmer,
I have no reason to run away from the head of the village.
I keep telling my heart,
“Go easy now. I am submerged in golden treasure.”
It replies, “Why should I be afraid of charity?”
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 95, verses 1101-1110, pages 218-219.