My eye wept tears on the morning of separation

And another eye, with weeping, was stingy with us

So I punished the one that was stingy with us

By closing it on the day we met

What a man is that reproach of mine, arise, O friend

Give that cup full to the brim with red wine

I am not offended by what people are offended by

For before me, all souls are one

Although a turned-inside-out fur coat

These bodies have worn upon us

I recognize you in my fur coat

You are the same soul of mine in this skin, O soul

I will tear the skin, you also tear it

Why should we make war and conflict with ourselves?

We are one soul in separate bodies

Whether we are young or old and mature

They are like lamps that have separated the fire

Their origin and source is one

One nature and one color and one disposition

That their heads are nothing but feet

In this statement, there are proofs in the heart

Shall I tell you openly or in secret?

The mistake is that you yourself will tell it to yourself

For what is you is upon you, look at this spectacle