Do not strike any other curtain except the curtain of our beloved

Those thousands of sweet-working, sweet Josephs of ours

He intoxicated the Josephs and tore their veils

The blood-thirsty, intoxicated amorous glance of that king, our languid-eyed one

Our soul became blood-thirsty like the dogs of his lane

A hundred thousand praises upon our blood-thirsty dog

In the melody of love of that hundred eternal springs

A hundred thousand nightingales are in the rose and rose garden of ours

The heart, like a zunnar (a sacred thread worn by Zoroastrians), made a covenant from the love of that Messiah

Inevitably, jealousy took away the faith for this zunnar of ours

A sun, neither from the East nor from the West, shone forth from the soul

Our doors and walls came to dance like particles from it

Since we are like a particle following that sun

Our actions, like a particle, are dancing day and night

We will give many aids to the lovers of love

Since Shams al-Din Tabrizi has now become our friend