My soul craves halva, halva

Do not postpone the promise of halva to tomorrow

My heart and soul are bound to that halva

Which brings purity to the Sufi, not melancholy

What a hot, fatty, and sweet halva

Whose scent reaches from above every moment

With a closed mouth, eat halva like a fig

Eat from the heart, do not defile your hands and lips

This halva is from that hand, from that hand

Eat from that hand, O you without hand and foot

For a moment, let us be with Mustafa and the bowl

From which he eats milk and dates

From those dates that called Maryam

"Eat and drink and be comforted"

The proof of that, born of the intellect of Kalim (Moses)

His call reaches, "O soul, father!"

He is calling, "O children, come!

For the table is set and the friend is alone