For the sake of the sun of truth and religion, our eyes are weeping

For the sake of that sun, our tears are like rain

When will we see that Noah's ark at the time of union?

Since existences will not remain after our flood

Our body will be hidden in the sea of the wind of its own attributes

The ark of that Noah, so hidden of ours, will appear

The sea and separation will turn their faces in union, and the shore will show its face

Then the whole world will grow the tulip and sweet basil of ours

Whatever our weeping eye was shedding now

Its secret will reveal a hundred smiling rose gardens of ours

The east and west of this earth will become uniformly a rose garden

Thorn and thistle will not be found in the uniformly rose of ours

Under each rose bush sits a moon-faced, Venus-faced one

Playing the harp of pleasure for the sake of our Khaqan (king)

At every moment, you will see a famous idol that from every corner

Is giving the cup of wine into the hand of our wine-keeper

Our unseen eye has kissed the seen eye of those idols

So that our astonished eye has passed beyond astonishment

The passionate soul cries out, "These silver-bodied idols!"

The heart says, "Bravo! What a good, endless life of ours!"

The dust of Tabriz is in the desire for grace and purity

Like the purity of Kauthar (a river in paradise) and like the spring of life of ours