In expressing that one should conceal their state and intoxication from the ignorant
Listen to the words of the wise, a veil
Place your head where you have drunk the wine
When intoxicated from the tavern, one becomes lost
A mockery and plaything for children
He falls here and there on every path
In the mud, and every fool laughs at him
He is like this, and the children follow him
Unaware of his intoxication and the taste of wine
People are children, except for those intoxicated by God
None are mature except those freed from desires
He said the world is play and amusement, and you
Are children, and God speaks the truth
A child does not leave play
Without the purification of the soul, how can one be intelligent?
Consider this lust like a child's play
That they drive here, O young one
What is a child's play but a game
Compared to the union of a hero and a warrior?
The battles of people are like children's fights
All meaningless, without substance, and lowly
All their battles with wooden swords
All their aims in futility
All of them riding on a reed
Saying this is our Buraq or Duldul
They are carriers, and out of ignorance, they are raised
Rider and carried, thinking they are on the path
Wait for the day when the carriers of truth
Pass the galloping horses through the nine heavens
The spirit ascends to Him, and the angel
From the spirit's ascent, the cosmos trembles
Like children, all of you riding on hems
Holding the corner of the hem like a horse
From the truth, "Indeed, assumption avails not" has arrived
How can the steed of assumption run through the heavens?
Most assumptions in preferring this
Do not dispute the sun in its clarity
Then you will see your steeds
You have made a steed from your own feet
Your imagination, thought, sense, and perception
Consider them like a child's reed horse
The knowledge of the people of the heart is their carrier
The knowledge of the people of the body is their burden
When knowledge strikes the heart, it becomes an aid
When knowledge strikes the body, it becomes a burden
God said, "They carry their books"
Knowledge that is not from Him is a burden
Knowledge that is not from Him without mediation
Does not last, like the color of a makeup artist
But if you carry this burden well
They will lift the burden and grant you joy
So that you may ride the swift steed of knowledge
After that, the burden will fall from your shoulders
How can you be free from desires without the cup of Him?
O content with the name of Him, with the name of Him
What arises from attribute and name is imagination
And that imagination is the guide to union