Out of hundreds of watchers,
not one can see.
Fate’s tree is crowned with thorns;
you can search forever but
no blossom will break its opacity.
Promises make the rounds of this world,
giving hopes not theirs to give.
Since the world has no sweetness,
restrain your bitterness when you see
the man selling vinegar. He will pass
to the seven roofs of heaven and see
that even the eight gardens offer no safety.
Hasan, why do your thoughts linger here?
After tomorrow, the days disappear.
Hasan Sijzi of Dehli [Amir Najm al-Din Hasan Dihlavi ibn Khwaja ‘Ala al-Din Sistani] (1254 - 1337) Afghanistan / India
Translated by Rebecca Gould
Source: inTRANSLATION
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