From afar, I saw the Sun of the Faith

The pride of Tabriz and the envy of China

That eye and lamp of the heavens

That reviver of the earth

O you who have become such and even more so

Every soul that has seen one like him

He said, "Whom shall I drag to lamentation?"

I said, "The least of servants"

This was said, and suddenly

He opened his ambush from the unseen

He set fire to the being of the servant

And uprooted pride and malice

Without a heart, the blackness of the tulip from that wine

Made the jasmine intoxicated

In his embrace is the essence of the goal

He shakes his sleeve over us

A king who, when he showed his face to the moon

Placed a saddle on the horse of the heavens

Sit crookedly and speak straight, for there is no

Equal to the king of the true spirit

By God, there is no news of him

Even to the holy and trusted Gabriel

What will he do now that he has brought speech

To that high seventh heaven?

When we opened another eye in him

We will not buy certainty for a barleycorn

Alas, how he turned upside down

That fortune of union with the fur coat

O musician of the love of my Shams al-Din

For your soul, tell this again

Since I cannot reach his hand to kiss it

I strike my forehead on the ground