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۱	رو مَذهبِ عاشق را بَرعَکسِ رَوِش‌ها دان	کَزْ یارْ دروغی‌ها از صِدقْ بِهْ و اِحْسان
۲	حال است مُحالِ او مُزد است وَبالِ او	عدل است همه ظُلْمَش داد است ازو بُهتان
۳	نَرم است دُرُشتِ او کعبه‌‌ست کُنِشْتِ او	خاری که خَلَد دِلْبَر خوش تَر زِ گُل و ریحان
۴	آن دَم که تُرُش باشد بهتر زِ شِکَرخانه	وان دَم که مَلول آید خوشْ بوس و کِنار است آن
۵	وان دَمْ که تو را گوید وَاللّهْ زِ تو بیزارم	آن آبِ خَضِر باشد از چَشمه‌گَهِ حیوان
۶	وان دَم که بگوید نی در نیش هزار آری	بیگانگی‌‌‌‌اَش خویشی در مَذهَبِ‌ بی‌خویشان
۷	کُفرش همه ایمان شُد سَنگَش همه مَرجان شُد	بُخْلَش همه اِحْسان شُد جُرمَش هَمِگی غُفْران
۸	گَر طَعنه زنی گویی تو مَذهَبِ کَژْ داری	من مَذهَبِ ابرویش بِخْریدم و دادم جان
۹	زین مَذهَبِ کَژْ مَستَم بس کردم و لب بَستَم	بَردار دلِ روشن باقیش فرو می‌خوان
۱۰	شَمسُ الْحَقِ تبریزی یا رَب چه شِکَرریزی	گویی زِ دَهانِ من صد حُجَّت و صد بُرهان

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۱- Go, know that the code of lovers is opposite to all other ways, for from the Beloved lies are better than truth and beneficence.

۲- His impossibility comes to pass, his insalubriousness is a bonus, his injustice is all rectitude. Calumny from him is justice.

۳- His hard is soft, his synagogue is the Kaaba, the Beloved’s thorn is better than roses and basil.

۴- The moment when he is bitter is better than a sweetshop, and the moment when he becomes weary, that is kissing and embracing.

۵- The moment when he says to you, “By Allah, I am indifferent to you”—that is the water of Khidar from the fountain of life.

۶- The moment when he says “No,” in his “No” are a thousand “Yeses”; his strangerhood is kinship according to the code of the unselfed.

۷- His infidelity becomes all faith, his stone all coral, his miserliness all beneficence, his crime all forgiveness.

۸- If you criticize, you say, “You have a crooked way of going on”; I have bought the way of his brow and given my life.

۹- I am drunk with this crooked way; I have made enough, and closed my lips rise up, bright heart, and recite the rest ofit.

۱۰- Shams al-Haqq-i Tabrīzī! Dear Lord, what sugar you sprinkle! You might say that out of my mouth proceed a hundred proofs and demonstrations.