O Prince of Beauty, make the eye smile

Give existence to a handful of non-existence

The army of sorrow appears as darkness

Give victory to the joy of the man of knowledge

With your beauty, make joy joyful

Give sorrow and grief to grief and sorrow

Make generosity happy with your beauty

For your beauty gives a hundred lives to generosity

Make my work, which is of silver, like gold

Make my face, which is like gold, ruby-like

O heart, since you are a seeker of more, of love

Think less in your heart of more or less

Place that head before Shams of Tabriz

For faith is the prostration to that idol