Come, O soul that has given new life to the world

Take the wise man away from the work of intellect

I am like an arrow, I will not fly until you shoot me

Come, fill the bow once more

From your love, the tray has fallen from the roof again

Send back that ladder from the roof

They ask me, "From which direction is its roof?"

From the direction from which they brought the soul

From the direction where the soul is flowing every night

At the time of morning, it brings back the soul

From the direction where spring comes to the earth

The morning gives a new lamp to the sky

From the direction where a staff became a dragon

It took the pharaohs to hell

From the direction where this seeking of you arose

Its own sign is seeking the sign

You are that man who is sitting on a donkey

And is asking the donkey about this and that

Be silent, for He does not want, out of jealousy

That He should bring everyone into the sea