I gave my heart to someone like me,

It was held captive, and led to much disgrace.

After wisdom and sagacity,

They beat him with a tambourine, calling him mad.

You suffered cruelty from an enemy for the sake of a friend,

For the friend’s poison was worse than the drug of Akbar.

You were struck from behind by your own friends,

Like a nail driven into your forehead.

His thoughts caused such turmoil in his mind,

That it knocked his brain around, a painful mess.

He was unaware of his friends' censure,

As one drowning knows not of the rain.

Whoever’s thoughts struck a stone,

Did not consider the fragility of reputation.

One night, he turned his demon into a fairy-faced figure,

And in that man’s arms, he struck with fury.

In the morning, there was no time for his prayer,

None of his friends knew of his secret.

He sank into the water near the roof,

The cold sealed him in, like a door of marble.

A reproachful counselor began to scold him,

That he had drowned himself in this cold water.

From the noble judge arose a shout,

O friend, how much longer will you blame? Be silent!

For five days, this son charmed my heart,

With such love that I could not be astonished.

He never asked if I was happy with the people,

See how much burden I carry for his soul.

Then, the one who created my being from dust,

By His power, He created within it a pure soul.

Do you wonder if I carry out His command?

When I am always in His grace and favor?