Kab haq-parast zahid-e-jannat-parast hai

When is the pious man for Truth? A Paradise-devotee is. He dies for Houris; a mere lust-devotee is.

A heart, if pure, should worship meaning's deepest core; The mirror, though flawless, a form-devotee is.

The true Dervish is one who strives in sacred chore; The mendicant renounces naught; a comfort-devotee is.

My heart-bird, you see nothing but her tangled hair; Perhaps you are a bat; a darkness-devotee is.

Expect no riches from the serpent at the hoard; What can that wretch give? For a wealth-devotee is.

The 'Anqa, for its name, erased its every sign; Who calls it lost? A fame-devotee is.

Is Zauq a worshipper of idols or of wine? To hell with what he seems! A Love-devotee is.