When the down sprouts the cheek has its spring, when it is shaved its autumn; Sâhib ranks the autumn of this rose garden above its spring.
Haram-zâde arrack dances into the arena and gives the harvest of reason and heart to bâde, to the wind and to wine at a single stroke.
The "lâ" of the creed wipes all but God from thought, its "illâ" tears the breast open for love of a moon: counsel on love drawn from the formula of faith.
First "no" is said, then a "yes" is drawn from that nothingness: the passage of the creed from negation to affirmation becomes proof of creation from nothing.
Bound for the white face, Akşehir, the heart finds dark down sprouting and its road falling to Karahisar, the black castle: a travel joke on two Anatolian towns.
The down is the black castle and the night-coloured mole the opium; a heart that never saw Karahisar-ı Afyon may see it in the beloved's face.
Envying the beloved's face, the rose has gone deep-red mad; hearing the forelock praised, the hyacinth is deep-blue drunk: a couplet on Turkish intensives.
The mad heart called the beloved the soul's calamity, and the words came true: a jesting couplet that ends on the proverb of sane news from a madman.
A kiss from sugar lip and rose cheek comes to the lover's sickness like rose-sugar paste; the words "gül beñzer" may also be read as gül-be-şeker.
Each of the four brows runs its own way, as the four schools of law give four rulings on one question; every brow is a dark land of India in its own direction.
The lover who gives his heart to a Janissary beauty takes Hacı Bektaş-ı Velî as his own patron: a jest born of the bond between the corps and the Bektashis.
Every thought that passes through that houri's heart shows in her clear breast like an object in a crystal vessel: a beloved who cannot keep a secret.
Beloved and sun are as far apart as heaven and earth, so let the sky not set its sun too often before her: a couplet holding an Arabic phrase inside a Turkish line.
The hadith qudsi "My saints are beneath My domes" is applied to the beloved's cap: under the dome-shaped cap, too, a hidden beauty lies.
Hoping for a peach, a kiss, from the sapling of coquetry, the lover is sent off by fortune's gardener with a quince, an "alas": a short, sharp twin of an earlier couplet.
In Arabic the particle "kad" signals rarity, in Turkish kad means stature; the beauty of the cypress-tall one is as rare in the world as the particle says.
Head bowed, breast split, shedding tears, dark of state: four epithets fit both the reed pen and the lover, and the pen name hides in "Sâhib-makâl".
Cheek as lamp, face as mosque, brow as mihrab, stature as minbar: in a verbless couplet of eight nouns the beloved's face becomes a mosque.
Do not fall short in the company of the wise, nor write every wrong stroke on the heart's tablet: a couplet of counsel that hides the pen name in "sâhib-i irfân".
When the morning breeze opens the rosebud it has taken a fortress, and the nightingale marks the victory with the chronogram "güşâde bâd": a couplet on the two senses of feth.
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