In the name of the Lord of both wisdom and mind

To nothing sublimer can thought way find

I have heard from narrators of speech

That in the era of Jesus (peace be upon him)

There was one who had wasted his life

Had brought his end through ignorance and misguidance

A bold, hard-hearted, blacklisted one

Ashamed by the impurity of Iblis within him

Spent his days in fruitlessness

No heart found peace from him

His head void of wisdom and dignity

His belly fat from forbidden morsels

His garment stained with dishonesty

His name tarnished with disgrace

No eyes like those of the righteous

No ears like those who heed advice

Like an ill-omened year, people avoided him

Visible to all like a new moon from afar

His desire and lust burned his harvest

He did not gather a stream of good reputation

His blackened record led him to such luxury

That there was no room left for writing in his record

Sinner, self-willed, and lustful

Day and night drunk and heedless

I heard that Jesus came from the desert

Passed by the cell of a worshipper

Descended from his secluded chamber

Fell at his feet with his head on the ground

The sinful one whose fortune had turned from afar

Like a butterfly bewildered by their light

Reflecting with regret, ashamed

Like a beggar in the hands of a wealthy person

Ashamed, muttering apologies with sorrow

For the nights turned into days in heedlessness

Tears of sorrow raining from his eyes like clouds

That my life passed in heedlessness, oh regret!

I squandered the precious currency of my life

In my hand, I gained nothing of goodness

May no one alive ever be like me

For his death would be much better than his life

Blessed is he who died in childhood

For he did not suffer the shame of old age

In the name of the Lord of both wisdom and mind

To nothing sublimer can thought way find

Forgive my sin, O Creator of the world

For if it comes with me, it is indeed a bad companion

His head hung down in shame

Tears of regret flowing from his eyes

In this corner, the old, wailing sinner

Crying out for help, O Saviour

And from that side, the half-pious one with a head full of pride

Frowning at the sinner from afar

Why is this unfortunate one following us?

What does this ignorant wretch have to do with us?

You have fallen into the fire by your own neck

You have given your life to the wind of desire

What good came from his indulgent self

That he was in the company of Christ and his path?

What would it be to remove the trouble from before you

And go to Hell after your deeds

I am troubled by his unpleasant appearance

Lest his fire falls upon me

When the assembly is present on Judgment Day

O God, do not resurrect me with him

He was in this state, and a revelation came from the Majestic

To Jesus, peace be upon him

Whether this one is learned or that one ignorant

I accepted the invitation of both

The one who ruined his days and turned his nights

Cried out to me in wailing and burning pain

Whoever comes to me in helplessness

I will not cast him away from the threshold of my grace

I forgave his vile deeds

With my favor, I brought him into Paradise

In the name of the Lord of both wisdom and mind

To nothing sublimer can thought way find

And if the devout worshiper is ashamed

To sit with him in paradise

Tell him not to be ashamed of him on Judgment Day

For he will be taken to heaven, and this one to hell

For his liver was bloodied by burning and pain

If this one relied on his own obedience

He did not know in the court of the rich

That helplessness is better than pride and self

Whose garment is clean but character filthy

Should not have the key to his hell

At this threshold, helplessness and humility

Are better than obedience and self-righteousness

If you count yourself among the good, you are bad

Selfishness does not fit into divinity

If you are manly, do not speak of your manliness

Not every knight carries off the ball

An onion is all skin, without skill

That thought it had a kernel like a pistachio

This kind of obedience is of no use

Go and bring excuses for your neglected obedience

Whether the disheveled, unfortunate vagabond

Or the ascetic who works hard on himself

Strive for piety, abstinence, sincerity, and purity

But do not add to Mustafa

Do not rely on worship for that fool

Who was good with God but bad with people

Wise people leave their words as a legacy

Remember this one saying from Saadi

A sinner mindful of God

Is better than a pious hypocrite