O soul and sustainer of all souls

Fill with forgiveness and make souls flow

With you, what fear do we have of loss

O you who turn all losses into profit

Alas from the arrows of coquetry

And from the eyebrows like bows

You placed sugar in the ruby lips of the idols

Opening those mouths in greed

O you who have given us a key

Opening doors in the worlds with it

If you are not in our midst

Why are these middles so prominent?

And if there is no wine of your imperceptibility

Then what are these signs that are witnesses?

And if you are beyond our imagination

Then from whom do these imaginations live?

And if you are hidden from our world

From whom do the hidden ones become visible?

Leave aside the tales of the world

We have become weary of them

A soul that has fallen into the sugar-sprinkling

How can such things fit in its heart?

The one whose foot has become your earth

How can he remember the heavens?

Bind our tongue with purity

Do not throw us into these tongues