From the separation of Shams al-Din, I have fallen into distress

He is the Messiah of the age, and the pain of my eye has no cure

Although the pain of his love is itself the comfort of my soul

If he sheds the blood of my soul, it would be a hundred blood-prices

The wandering intellect came last night and knocked on the door

I said, "Who is at the door? Open the door and come in"

It said, "How can I enter? The house is all fire"

It burns both worlds with the fires of negation

I said to it, "Do not grieve, step inside like a man"

So that it may purify you from existence, you may become existence from choice

Do not be short-sighted so that you may become far-sighted

So that you may be like the lion of truth in bravery, "No one but Ali"

So that you may see how your existence rises from non-existence

The absolute spirit, victorious and the rider of "Has there come" (referring to a verse in the Quran)

All love and all grace and all power, all saw

Became martyred in existence and in non-existence, he is the chosen one

That non-existence by name from which existence has waves

From its awe and wave, hundreds of mills became spinning

You will enter into that wave, when they ask you about this

You will say, "I am a Sufi, a Sufi will read what has passed"

From the midst of the candle, you will see your candle blaze up

The light of your candle will mingle with the light of the saints

That wave of the sea will carry you to a place in annihilation

It will snatch your soul away from praise and dispraise

But from the harm to your soul and the purity of your breast

Without you, the garden of existence has been given much growth and development

You will be annihilated in the world, the absolute existence, victorious

In the sanctuary of annihilation, you will be a leader and a guide

The eyes of the universe cannot bear to look at your face

Lest its eye leap from the radiance of that majesty

Suddenly, a dust cloud will rise from that side of annihilation

Of which you had no idea, from that path beyond

You will see flames of light from the midst of the dust clouds

Your light will be extinguished by the radiance of those flames

Descend from the throne and prostrate yourself, for there is

That ray of the sun of the religion, the king of the pure ones

And if anyone denies it, look at his forehead

So that you may see the mark of Pharaoh on that place, it has become rebellious

Until he does not prostrate on the pure dust of Tabriz

The mark of God's curse will not be diminished from his forehead