All your companions are stone, and you are coral, why?

The sky is body with everyone, and with you it is soul, why?

When you come, every part of me claps

When you leave, all fall into lamentation, why?

With your image, every part of me becomes a smiling lip

With your enemy, every hair becomes a tooth, why?

Without your line and beauty spot, this reason was illiterate

When it sees your line, it becomes a reader, why?

The body says to the soul, "Beware of his love"

The soul says to it, "Why beware of the spring of life?"

Your face is the prophet of goodness and the beauty of God

Why does the soul not believe in you with such a proof?

Where is a proof that is clearer than your face?

Why does this Joseph of Canaan not repel infidelities?

Wherever you plant a seed, it will eventually grow

Why does no seed of kindness grow from the king?

Wherever it is ruined, there is hope of treasure

Why do you not seek the treasure of truth in the ruined heart?

I have not seen any market in the world without a scale

All are weighed, why is there no balance for the world?

Suppose these donkey-servants themselves carry loads of dung

Why do these riders remain behind from the field?

Every song has a beginning, O heart, and an end

Stop, finally, why does this song have no end?