O Prince of the world’s great beauties- Amen!
And all peace and comfort of the Soul- Amen!
O You- the one before whose face each dawn,
The rising of the world’s sun declares, Amen!
ای میر ملیحان جهان شی الله
وی راحت و آرامش جان شی الله
ای آنکه بهر صبح بپیش رخ تو
می گوید خورشید جهان شی الله
I am not crazy, but they create such doubt;
I am not a stranger, but they drive me out!
Like the religious police working night shift,
They are drunk, and have become confused louts!
دیوانه نیم ولیک میخانندم
بیگانه نیم ولیک میرانندم
همچون عسسان بجهد در نیمشبان
مستند ولی چو روز میدانندم
I said to heart, if you have occasion to speak,
Reveal my pain to the Friend during your talk;
Heart said, at the time of union with the Friend
My gazing will all speech completely forsake!
با دل گفتم اگر بود جای سخن
با دوست غمم بگو در اثنای سخن
دل گفت بگاه وصل با یار مرا
نبود ز نظاره هیچ پروای سخن
Sieze, O heart, the bridle of that spiritual king;
Say, “be my guest tonight- O moon like darling!”
If he says, “tomorrow,” ignore him and retort
“God is all strength, and he is overpowering!”
I ambled with my love through the garden,
And stole a glance at the rose with such sin
The owner of my heart shouted out, shame
On your ogling, with my perfect, rouged skin!
Each dear soul who is acquainted with the way,
Knows all that comes to pass is divine play;
Why blame the wheeling sky and its children-
This wheel of its own has led no one astray!
O Soul, do you know who the Beloved is?
And O heart, do you know who the Guest is?
O body, while you seek a way, with every trick
He embraces you! Know who the Seeker is!
The Water Snake has slithered into our calendar,
And begins to coil the days into a sepulcher.
All the gold hoarded by Dragon already rolls
Out of Wall St banks into the dark caves of trolls.
The flying robots of Big Fist continue to kill
Innocents, and the blood of democracy spill.
Petty and grand tyrants have Moloch in common,
As children are sacrificed to the rage of men.
We have invested with care in the future of hate,
But pray that the God of peace smile on our fate.
Singular idiots in the age of double think,
Our rhetoric is full of unbelievable stink!
As the love of Thanatos coils around the neck,
Darvish whirls and whirls to stay among the quick.
My idol’s flashing eyes
Continue to surprise
Me with indifference;
How she my love denies!
Iran launches a turbaned monkey into space
To boost the reputation of its fall from grace.
The theocrats must prove they are scientific-
Not backward and superstitious country hicks.
O monkey, your name is Supreme Ayatollah-
The chattering vicegerent of infinite Allah!
What vantage you have from your high heaven,
Compared to our humble terrestrial station!
O fatuous fatwa crapped from purest conceit-
Such proclamation is full of exalted shit.
Poetry of Masters has been traded for this:
To live by the profane word of religious piss!
Darvish remembers the Friend, whirling in place-
Protected from the monkey orbiting in space.
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