No Hand in the Turning Sky
Khwaju Kermaniخواجوی کرمانی
بر گردش چرخ چون نمی‌باشد دست
Since we have no hand in the turning of the sky,
دل در بد و نیک دهر چون باید بست؟
why should we bind our hearts to the world’s good and ill?
این محنت و غم که هست پندار که نیست
This pain and sorrow that are, think of them as not;
وین عیش و طرب که نیست انگار که هست
this joy and pleasure that are not, imagine that they are.
A note for readers
A quatrain from Badaye’ al-Jamal on living with fate. Since no one controls the heavens, Khwaju advises letting go of the world’s ups and downs, treating sorrow as unreal and imagining joy into being.
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