Finally, from separation, you have reached union with him, O heart

You have heard hundreds of thousands of secrets of the soul, O heart

From beyond the veils, you have become like wine from him

You have torn the veil of the beautiful, moon-faced ones, O heart

From the erectness of his stature, there remained crookedness in your stature

Like a harp, you have become bent for the sake of the fresh cypress, O heart

From beyond existence and non-existence, like the most special of royal ones

Like the scribes, why have you crept into existence, O heart?

Again, you have washed a soul on the arm of the king with coquetry

Your foot is bound to him, even though you have flown, O heart

And if your foot is not bound, so that you do not think that you

Have fled from such a comfort of souls, O heart

Rather, like a fish in the sea, rather like a mold to the soul

You have found peace in the love of that king, O heart

Since that king, from the kings of the world, chose you

You have chosen the choice from the Quran, O heart

Since you have chosen the lip of the fortune of your prosperity, there is no fear

Even if you have bitten your own hand from the wound of anger, O heart

You do not place your foot on the sky out of honor, because

You have run in the stirrup of the chief Shams al-Din, O heart

Until you constantly drink from the special cup of the kings

From the ever-flowing wine of Shams Tabrizi you have tasted, O heart