(١٣) ای پسران من ترسم که از نغمه ورقاء فيض نبرده بديار فنا راجع شويد و جمال گُل نديده بآب و گِل باز گرديد *
O MY CHILDREN! I fear lest, bereft of the melody of the dove of heaven, ye will sink back to the shades of utter loss, and, never having gazed upon the beauty of the rose, return to water and clay.