Jesus on the Lean Donkey

The donkey of Jesus took on the temperament of the heart, settling in the abode of the wise.  
Because the intellect was dominant and the donkey weak, the donkey becomes frail from a heavy rider.  
And from the weakness of your intellect, O precious donkey, this withered donkey has become a dragon.  
If you have become heart-sick from Jesus, health will also come from him, so give him a chance.  
How are you, O Jesus of the breath of Jesus, from the pain, for there is no treasure in the world without a serpent?  
How are you, O Jesus, from the sight of the Jews? How are you, O Joseph, from the deceit of the envious?  
Day and night, you are for the sake of these ignorant people, like day and night, grant life.  
How are you from the gall of the talentless? What art is born from gall but a headache?  
Do as the sun of the east does; we are hypocrisy, deceit, theft, and trickery.  
You are honey, we are vinegar in this world and religion; the remedy for this gall is vinegar and honey.  
We have added vinegar, we, the people of distress; you add honey, do not withhold generosity.  
This is fitting from us, as it came from us; what does sand add to blindness in the eye?  
It is fitting from you, O precious kohl, that every insignificant thing finds value from you.  
From the fire of these oppressors, your heart is roasted; from you, all people receive bad words.  
If they set fire to that oud in you, the world would be filled with fragrance and basil.  
You are not that oud that diminishes with fire; you are not that spirit that becomes captive to sorrow.  
The oud burns, for that oud is far from burning; how can the wind attack the essence of light?  
O you who bring clarity to the heavens, O your injustice is better than fidelity.  
For if an injustice comes from the wise, it is better than the fidelity of the ignorant.  
The Prophet said, "Enmity from the wise is better than love from the ignorant."  
Disturbing a sleeping prince who had a snake in his mouth.  
A wise man was riding a horse; a snake was entering the mouth of a sleeper.  
The rider saw it and hurried to drive away the snake but found no opportunity.  
Since he had much help from his intellect, he struck the sleeper with a strong club.  
The blow of that strong club took him away, fleeing to under a tree.  
There were many rotten apples fallen; he said, "Eat from this, O afflicted one."  
He gave him so many apples to eat that they fell back out of his mouth.  
He shouted, "O prince, why have you attacked me with unseen cruelty?"  
"If you have a grudge against my life, strike with a sword and spill my blood at once."  
"The moment I appeared to you, O blessed is he who did not see your face."  
Without crime, without guilt, without excess or deficiency, even infidels do not permit this oppression.  
Blood is gushing from my mouth with words; O God, finally, you recompense him.  
Every moment he was cursing anew, while he was being struck in that desert.  
The blow of the club and the rider like the wind, he was running and falling again.  
He was full and sleepy and weak; his feet and face were wounded a hundred thousand times.  
Until evening, he was being dragged and opened until vomiting from gall overcame him.  
What he had eaten, good and bad, came out of him; the snake with what he had eaten jumped out of him.  
When he saw that snake come out of him, he prostrated to that good-doer.  
The terror of that ugly, large black snake, when he saw it, the pains left him.  
He said, "Are you Gabriel of mercy, or are you God, the benefactor?"  
"O blessed moment that you saw me, I was dead, you gave me new life."  
"You sought me like mothers, while I fled from you like donkeys."  
The donkey flees from its master out of foolishness; its owner pursues it out of noble nature.  
Not for profit or loss does he seek it, but so that the wolf or beast does not tear it apart.  
O pure soul, praised be you; how much nonsense and futility I spoke to you.  
O lord and king and prince, I did not speak; my ignorance spoke, do not take it.  
If I had known a bit of this state, how could I have spoken nonsense?  
I would have praised you much, O good-natured one, if you had told me a hint of the state.  
But you kept silent and agitated me, silently striking me on the head.  
My head became like a calabash, my intellect fled, especially this head with less brain.  
Forgive, O good-looking, good-doer, what I said out of madness, overlook it.  
He said, "If I had told you a hint of that, your courage would have melted at that moment."  
"If I had told you the attributes of the snake, fear would have destroyed your life."  
Mustafa said, "If I tell the truth about that enemy within you,  
the courage of the brave would also be destroyed, neither would they find the way nor care for work."  
Neither would his heart have the endurance for prayer, nor his body the strength for fasting and prayer.  
Like a mouse before a cat, he would become nothing; like a lamb before a wolf, he would flee.  
In him, neither trick nor method would remain; thus, I nurture you without saying it.  
Like Abu Bakr, I play the lute; my hand, like David's, plays on iron.  
So that impossibility becomes possible from my hand, a bird with clipped wings becomes winged.  
Since the hand of God is above their hands, our hand is certainly His hand.  
Thus, my hand became long, certainly surpassing the seventh heaven.  
My hand showed art in the sky; read, O reciter, that the moon split.  
This description is also for the weakness of intellects; with the weak, explaining power is not appropriate.  
You will know yourself when you awaken from sleep; it is concluded, and God knows best the truth.  
You had no strength to eat, nor the way and care to vomit.  
I was hearing insults and driving the donkey, whispering "Lord, make it easy" under my breath.  
There was no permission for me to speak, nor was it possible for me to leave you.  
Every moment I was saying from the pain within, "Guide my people, for they do not know."  
The one freed from pain was prostrating, saying, "O happiness, O my fortune and treasure."  
From God, you will receive rewards, O noble one; this weak one does not have the strength to thank you.  
The lips and chin to praise God say to you, O leader, I do not have, nor that melody.