Breadmaking

The story of the king who reluctantly brought the scholar to the gathering and seated him. The cupbearer offered wine to the scholar, but he turned away and began to show bitterness and anger. The king told the cupbearer to bring him around. The cupbearer struck him several times and made him drink the wine until the end.

A drunken king in a joyful gathering, a scholar passed by his door.  
He signaled to bring him into the gathering and taste the ruby wine with him.  
They brought him to the king without choice, he sat in the gathering sour like poison and snake.  
Wine was offered to him, but he refused angrily, turning his eyes away from the king and the cupbearer.  
He said he had never drunk wine in his life, preferring pure poison over wine.  
He asked for poison instead of wine, so he could be free from himself and them.  
Without drinking, he began to quarrel, becoming heavy in the gathering like death and pain.  
Like the people of the world, he sat with the companions of the heart.  
The truth does not hide from the chosen ones, except in drinking.  
They offer the cup to the veiled, who senses nothing but words.  
He turns away from their guidance, not seeing their justice with his eyes.  
If there were a path from his ear to his throat, the advice would enter within him.  
Since his soul is all fire and not light, what is cast into the burning fire but the shell?  
The essence remains outside, and the shell is said to have gone. How can the stomach be warmed and fattened by the shell?  
The fire of hell only presses the shell; it has no business with the essence.  
If there were a flame on the essence, it would be for cooking, not burning.  
Since the truth is wise, consider this rule constant in the past and future.  
The essence is fine, and the shells are forgiven by it. How can the essence be burned far from it?  
If by grace it strikes his head, he will desire the red wine.  
If it does not strike, he remains with a closed mouth, like the scholar from the drink and gathering of these kings.  
The king said to his cupbearer, "O good one, why are you silent? Bring him around."  
There is a hidden ruler over every mind, who can take away anyone he wishes with skill.  
The sun of the east and its illumination, like captives bound in its chains.  
It can bring the heavens into motion when it calls half a skill into his mind.  
The intellect that mocks another intellect, it holds the piece and is the master of the game.  
He struck him several times on the head and said, "Take it." Out of fear of the blows, he drank it.  
He became drunk, happy, and laughing like a garden, engaging in companionship and jokes.  
He became bold and cheerful, snapping his fingers, and went to relieve himself.  
There was a maid in the restroom like the moon, very beautiful and from the king's lineage.  
When he saw her, his mouth remained open, his mind left, and his oppressive body remained.  
For ages, he had been a bachelor, eager and drunk, and immediately laid hands on the maid.  
The girl struggled and screamed, but she could not overcome him, and it was of no use.  
A woman in the hands of a man at the time of meeting is like dough in the hands of a baker.  
Sometimes soft and sometimes rough, he brings out the sound of kneading under his fist.  
Sometimes he spreads it on a board, sometimes he brings it together in a lump.  
Sometimes he pours water on it, sometimes salt, testing it with the oven and fire.  
Thus, the desired and the seeker twist, in this game they are defeated and victorious.  
From ancient and new, essence and accident, a twist like Vis and Ramin is assumed.  
But each one's game has a different color, each one's twist from a different culture.  
The husband and wife are told as an example, "Do not, O husband, send your wife away badly."  
That night, the little one was not in his hand, he entrusted her to you well.  
What you do with her, O trusted one, of good and evil, God will do with you.  
The result here is that this scholar, out of selflessness, neither chastity nor piety remained for him.  
The scholar fell upon that houri-born, his fire fell into that cotton.  
Soul joined soul, and bodies clashed, like two slaughtered birds they thrashed.  
What wine, what kingdom, what lion, what modesty, what religion, what fear and dread of life.  
Their eyes fell into the essence and the unseen, neither beauty nor Hussein is visible here.  
It became long, and the way back was lost, the king's waiting exceeded the limit.  
The king came to see the event, he saw there the earthquake of the calamity.  
The scholar, out of fear, jumped up and left, quickly grabbing the cup in the gathering.  
The king, like hell full of sparks and punishment, thirsty for the blood of the two evil-doers.  
When he saw the scholar's face full of anger and wrath, bitter and bloody like a cup of poison.  
He shouted at his cupbearer, "O warm one, why are you sitting idly? Bring him around."  
The king laughed and said, "O noble one, I came with the nature of that girl for you.  
I am a king, my work is justice and fairness, I eat what my generosity gives to my companion.  
What I do not drink like a drink, how can I give it to my companion and myself?  
I feed my servants what I eat at my own special table.  
I feed my servants from the food that I eat myself, whether cooked or raw.  
When I wear clothes of brocade and satin, I dress my servants in the same, not in rags.  
I am ashamed of the Prophet of many arts, who said, 'Dress them in what you wear.'  
Mustafa made this will to his sons, 'Feed the tails from what you eat.'  
You have brought others to their nature, making them eager and patient.  
Bring yourself to your nature with manliness, make the patient-thinking intellect your leader.  
When your patience is filled with guidance, the soul will rise to the height of the throne and the seat.  
See Mustafa, when his patience became a steed, it lifted him to the heights of the layers."