They tell a tale of a noble man

Who did not honor Hajjaj bin Yusuf

He looked sharply at the officer of the court

Throw him on the mat and spill his blood

When the cruel had no argument left

He contorted his face in rage

The man of God laughed and cried

The stone-hearted, dark-minded one was astonished

When he saw him laugh and then cry

He asked: What is this laughter and crying?

He said: I cry from the state of the world

For I have four helpless children

I laugh at the grace of the Pure God

For I go as an oppressed, not an oppressor, to the grave

His son said: O renowned ruler

Spare this Sufi man

For the people look to him and support him

It is not wise to kill all the people at once

Practice greatness, forgiveness, and generosity

Think of his young children

I heard that he did not listen and spilled his blood

Who can escape the command of the Judge?

A great man slept with that thought that night

He saw him in his dream and asked and said:

He did not rule over me for more than a moment

His punishment remains until the Day of Judgment

The oppressed has not slept, fear his sighs

Fear the morning smoke from his heart

Do you not fear that a pure-hearted one, one night

Will cry out from the pain in his heart: O Lord?

Did not Iblis do wrong and see no good?

Purity does not come from a vile seed