Do not make the unworthy impudent

Do not bring these despicable ones into sight

A thieving tailor, when he finds opportunity

Will bring less fabric to the customer

Keep them ringed at the door

They are not even worthy of that

They will come to you with magic and mockery

Do not hide this obvious fact out of greed

Since they are full of sorrows from themselves

How will they remove sorrows from you?

There is no cure except the solitude of love

For the subtle suffering of anxieties

Either seeing the friend or their memory

What else can one do with the world?

Until seeing the friend in his imagination

Keep the soul in prostration

Stand before him like a lamp stand

Since there are opportunities for the great ones

If you are left behind by this era

How will you see the essence of this era?

When the eye's gaze passes beyond space

The soul sees that place through it

You have eaten the soul, the body is like a cauldron

Do not place the cauldron on the fire

So that you may see the boiling from within you

After that, you will not buy the story

Observing the present state of yourself

Is the inner observation of the truthful ones

This state is the beginning of the path

I will give the sign to the lost ones

When they have passed a hundred stages from this

How shall I say this to those people?

Tell the purpose of this and be free

Meaning the lamp of the heaven

My master is Shams, the truth and faith

Who is the mountain, the refuge of humans and souls

Tabriz became like the sky from him

May the heart not lose the ladder