|From the heavens comes an answer to our long cries at last:|
The heavens break their silence, the curtains rise at last!
|Little of change love’s fortunes inherit: born in anguish|
And fire, in fire and anguish its end it buys at last.
|The destiny of nations I chart for you: at first|
The sword and spear; the zither’s, the lute’s soft sighs at last.
|Outlandish are the customs that Europe’s tavern knows!|
It steeps men first in pleasure, the wine supplies at last.
|Be it the awe of Nadir, be it the glory of a Tamerlane:|
At last all exploits are drowned in a barrel of wine.
|The cloistered hour is over, the arena’s hour begins;|
The lightning comes to asunder those cloudy skies at last!
|It was too hard to withhold the flood of these truths,|
At last the Qalandar revealed the secrets of the Book
Translated by: Muhammad Din Taser