The men of God rent the veil of thought,
meaning they saw none but God anywhere.

They received from the same hand from which they gave,
they heard back the same point whatever point they made.

One group are happy and having a great time,
another crowd are biting their fingers in envy and regret.

One group are smashed behind the wine-house,
another are praying, followers of the spiritual guide.

One group reached their destination without effort,
another crowd ran along and did not arrive.

Hear my shout, hear my cry: in this passageway on earth,
many have poured seeds and many have laid traps.

Seek motivation from the hearts of those early rising wise ones,
for they sought “One” out of the two worlds.

When the people come to the market of Truth,
I fear they will not sell the food they had bought.

That myopic one who looks only at his feet can’t see the tall pine,
for they didn’t cut this cloth to fit everyone’s size.

Those keen light-flying birds of light,
flew away from the traps of dust into the blue heavens.

― Abbas Foroughi Bastami (Translated by Ali Arsanjani)