Two Ways of Running

In describing someone who speaks words that do not match their state or claim, like the disbelievers who, if you asked them who created the heavens and the earth, they would say God. Serving a stone idol and sacrificing life and wealth for it is not fitting for someone who knows that the creator of the heavens, earth, and creatures is a divine being who is all-hearing, all-seeing, present, observant, dominant, and jealous, among other attributes.

A pious man had a very jealous wife, and he also had a maid as beautiful as a fairy.  
Out of jealousy, she guarded her husband, not allowing him to be alone with the maid.  
For a while, the wife watched over both of them, so they wouldn't have a chance to be alone.  
Until divine decree and fate intervened, and the mind's guard became bewildered and ruined.  
When fate and decree come unexpectedly, how can the mind remain, like an eclipse on the moon?  
Suddenly, the woman was in the bathhouse, and she remembered the basin was at home.  
She told the maid, "Go quickly like a bird and bring the silver basin from our house."  
The maid became lively upon hearing this, knowing she would reach the master at that moment.  
The master was at home and alone at that time, so she ran joyfully towards the house.  
The maid had been in love for six years, hoping to find the master alone like this.  
She flew towards the house and found the master alone inside.  
Desire seized both lovers so much that they forgot caution and remembrance.  
They embraced each other with joy, their souls mingling at that moment of union.  
The woman suddenly remembered, "Why did I send her home?"  
"I placed cotton in the fire myself, casting the male ram upon the ewe."  
She washed the soap from her head and ran breathlessly, pulling her veil as she went.  
One ran from love, the other from fear; love and fear are vastly different.  
The mystic's journey is every moment to the king's throne, while the ascetic's journey is a day's path each month.  
Though the ascetic may have a remarkable day, how can one day be fifty thousand years?  
The value of each day in the life of a working man is fifty thousand years of the world's time.  
Minds are outside this realm; if the imagination's courage tears, let it be torn.  
Fear is nothing before love; all are sacrificed in the religion of love.  
Love is a divine attribute, but fear is the attribute of a servant afflicted with desire and appetite.  
When you read "They love" in the Prophet's words, it is paired with "He loves them" in meaning.  
So know love as a divine attribute, dear one, fear is not an attribute of the Almighty.  
What is the attribute of God compared to a handful of dust? What is the attribute of the transient compared to the pure?  
If I were to explain love continuously, a hundred resurrections would pass, and it would remain incomplete.  
Because the timeline of resurrection has a limit, where is the limit when describing the divine?  
Love has five hundred wings, and each wing spans from above the throne to beneath the earth.  
The ascetic advances with fear on foot, while lovers fly faster than lightning and air.  
How can these fearful ones reach the circle of love, which makes the sky its carpet?  
Unless the lights of grace come, freeing one from the world and this path.  
Free yourself from your own and others' compulsion, for that falcon found the path to the king.  
This compulsion and choice are predestination and free will; beyond these two is the attraction of the beloved.  
When the woman reached the house and opened the door, the sound of the door reached their ears.  
The maid jumped up, disheveled, and the man jumped up and entered into prayer.  
The woman saw the maid disheveled, confused, and bewildered.  
She saw her husband standing in prayer, and the woman became suspicious from that trembling.  
From the remaining mention, the seed dripped, staining the thighs and knees, making them impure.  
She slapped him and said, "Oh great one, is this the testicle of a man in prayer?"  
Is this mention and prayer fitting, with such filthy thighs and loins?  
A letter full of oppression, immorality, disbelief, and hatred is fitting, judge rightly, in the right hand.  
If you ask a disbeliever who created the sky, and this creation and world,  
He will say that this was created by that God, whose creation testifies to His divinity.  
His disbelief, immorality, and much oppression are fitting with such an acknowledgment.  
Such disgraceful acts and lowly deeds are fitting with such a true acknowledgment.  
His actions have made that statement a lie, making him deserving of dreadful punishment.