THE SEA AND MIRAGE
Release us in this endless torment,
With our heart torn into pieces and our chest burnt.
A life time has been passed in the grief of the (real Beloved) absence of the beloved's face,
Being out of the water fish and within the fire bird.
I gained nothing from this suffering and this life,
After youth senility appeared while being entirely negligent.
I gained nothing from the school, the lecture and the lesson,
When from this mirage to the sea can one get?
The more I learnt and the more I turned the pages,
There was nothing but the covert after the covert.
Oh dear, be aware while you are young,
At old age you can not do anything but sleep.
These ignorants who claim to be guiding,
Boasting in their cloaks is the only material you can find present.
Our defect and shortcoming, our perfection and beauty, and the like,
We have hidden like old age behind the hair dye.
Keep silent and tear the useless book,
How much nonesence and falsehood?