Purify your heart and soul in this presence

When the river becomes pure, the pure one goes up

If you wish to drink from pure water

Do not defile your lips with every pain

From this flood of pain, he remains pure

Who is a devotee, nimble, and reckless

Partial intellect does not fly from this wise woman

When the total intellect is not a tutor for the part

The hand does not tremble when counting gold

When the merchant knows the value of the goods

Whether this greed is a wolf or a thorn

No one should rub himself against this wolf

When it becomes an incurable wound for such a wolf

Make its remedy with the remembrance of God Most High

If you wish that this door may return

Come to this door, flowing and without weariness

Let go of prominence, honor, and arrogance

Seek the exalted prominence in the midst of your soul

The hat of eminence and the crown of Solomon

Do they reach every head? Never and absolutely not

I have become silent, short speech is better

For this moment does not allow nonsense

The answer to that ghazal that the poet said

Is permanence, if God wills, not departure