Where is the glad tidings of your union, that I may rise from the head of my life?
I am a heavenly bird, and I will rise from the trap of the world.
If you call me your slave in your love,
I will rise from the lordship of the universe and the place.
O Lord, send down rain from the cloud of guidance,
Sooner than I rise as dust from the midst of being.
Sit by my grave with wine and a musician,
So that I may rise dancing from the tomb by your scent.
Arise and reveal yourself, O beautiful idol of movements,
So that I may rise with my hands raised from the head of life and the world.
Though I am old, draw me close to your embrace one night,
So that I may rise young from your side at dawn.
On the day of my death, give me a moment of meeting,
So that I may rise from the head of life and the world like Hafez.