The righteous king, among the kings of Syria,

Came out at dawn with his servant

He wandered around the market and the alley,

Following the Arab custom, with his face half covered

For he was a man of insight and a lover of the dervishes,

Whoever possesses these two, righteous is his reign

Two dervishes were found sleeping in a mosque,

Their hearts disturbed, their minds in turmoil

In the cold night, they had not slept,

As though they were contemplating the sun

One of the two said to the other,

That on the Day of Judgment, there would be judgment

If these arrogant kings,

Who live in pleasure, with desires and indulgence

Enter with the humble into paradise,

I will not raise my head from the grave's dust

The highest paradise is our realm and abode,

For the chain of sorrow today is upon our feet

What happiness did you see in these people throughout your life,

That you will toil in the hereafter as well?

If the righteous one, there at the garden wall,

Were to rise, I would strike my nose against his shoes

When the man said this, and the righteous heard,

He no longer saw the need for any further negotiation there

For a moment, he went toward the spring of sunlight,

To awaken the sleeping eyes of the people

Someone sent for both of them in haste and called,

He sat with awe and placed them in a seat of honor

Upon them, may the rain of generosity fall

Washing off the dust of disgrace from their being

After the hardships of cold, rain, and floods

They sat with the renowned among the host

The beggars, without clothes, made the night into day

Perfuming their garments with burning incense

One among them said secretly to the king

O ring in the ear of the wisdom of the world

The chosen ones will reach greatness

What has come of your servants, what do they find favor?

The king blossomed with joy like a flower

He smiled upon the dervish and said

I am not the one to be proud with a throng of servants

I do not turn away from the poor in disdain

You too, cast off your ugly nature from your head

For you are being discordant in heaven

Today, I have reconciled in peace

Do not rise against me tomorrow

If you follow this path, the way of acceptance

You must take the hand of the dervish in honor

No one took from the branch of the Tuba tree

Who today did not plant the seed of devotion

If you do not have devotion, do not seek happiness

With the stick of service, you can carry the ball

Who are you, like a lamp of unrest,

That from yourself you emit light, like a candle from water?

A being gives light to the gathering

Whose burning is in the heart like a candle