O lovers, O lovers, today it is we and you

Fallen into a whirlpool, who knows who is familiar?

If the world is filled with flood, every wave becomes like a camel

What sorrow have the water birds, until the air bird eats sorrow?

We have brightened our faces with sugar, we have learned with wave and sea

In the same way that the fish has the sea and the storm as life-giving

O Sheikh, give us a loincloth, and plunge our water

O Moses Imran, come, strike your staff on the sea water

This wind cooks another passion in every head

The passion of that cupbearer is for me, the rest is all yours

Yesterday, that cupbearer snatched the hat from the drunkards on the way

Today he gives wine so that he may tear off our robes

O envy of the moon and Jupiter, with us and hidden like a fairy

You gently pull me along, will you finally not say where?

Wherever you go, you are with me, O both my eyes and my light

Whether you pull me towards my drunkenness, or whether you take me towards annihilation

Consider the world like Mount Sinai, we are like Moses, seekers

Every moment a revelation arrives, splitting the mountain

One part becomes green, one part becomes saffron

One part becomes a gem, one part becomes ruby and amber

O seeker of his vision, look in this mountain of his

O you who have eaten what wind? We became drunk from the sound

O gardener, O gardener, why are you entangled with us?

If we have taken your grapes, you have taken our sack