O parrot with the breath of Jesus, O nightingale with the sweet melody!

Come, make Venus pale with those soul-stirring melodies!

Make a claim of goodness, come, so that a hundred enemies and acquaintances

May come as witnesses with saffron-colored faces and tearful eyes.

May your sorrow make everyone lament, so that men and women wail

Saying, 'Give us justice from the sorrow that has become a dragon in oppression.'

Rip open the belly of sorrow with the 'doorbash' of high and low notes

So that a clamor may fall in the void from your justice, O sweet voice!

O cupbearer, remember us, fill a hundred skins with wind (wine)

Make the spirits like Farhad in love for that sweet-faced one.

As you are a Seraphiel of the heart, revive water and clay (the human body)

My pain is from the path of acceptance, the breath of God in our ears.

We are like a scattered pile of wheat mixed with chaff

Come, with the breeze of the soul's wind, separate who is from the wheat.

So that sorrow may go towards sorrow, joy towards joy

So that the flower may go towards the flower, so that the heart may rise to the heavens.

These precious seeds, imprisoned in the earth

Are waiting for a pleasant rain and a gentle breeze.

So that the work of the soul may become like gold, equal to the beloveds

What was now foot may become head, what was now amber.

Be silent at last for a moment, if it were permitted, I would have spoken

A secret that no one has whispered in the ears of the Brothers of Purity.