Like A Lamp Containing Six Wicks

By God, when you behold your own beauty in the mirror,
You will be the idol of yourself, you will not pass over to any one.
O Reason, art not thou unjust in calling him moon-like?
Wherefore dost thou call him moon? Perchance thou has no sight.
Your head is like a lamp containing six wicks;
How should all the six be alight unless you have that spark?
Your body is like a camel which goes to the Ka'ba of the soul;
If you have not gone to the Ka'ba, Fortune will draw you thither.
Do not flee, O babbler, for you have no refuge from God.

Selected Poems from the Divani Shamsi Tabriz Edited and Translated by R. A. Nicholson