Do not break the heart of the customer

Abandon the path of tyranny

Have mercy, O friend, for in the law

They do not sacrifice the lean one

I am intoxicated by you, give into my hand

That cup of jeweled wine

Give advice and bring to peace

That languid, amber-colored eye

Command the Indian magicians

That they do not exceed the limit of magic

The lover fell into a six-doored valley

Break the door of the six-doored prison

Come forward for a moment, divinely

Gather the circle of fairies

This intoxication lays down its head from the root

Every moment the wine of that secret

In a hundred places, like a pen, it has bound its waist

The narrow waist of the military sugar

O love, come forward brotherly

Abandon the superficial greeting

O cupbearer of the spirit from the door of truth

Do not abandon the right of brotherhood

O Noah of the time, set in motion

This anchored ship of nature

O deputy of Mustafa, turn

That large cup of Kauthar

You have a message from the blowing of the trumpet

Open the prophetic lip

O red-dyed standard bearer

Open the wings and feathers of Jafar

Fill with tulips and fill with red roses

This courtyard of saffron-colored face

I will not make it white again

Pour out the red nectar