O desires of my heart, come, come, come, come

O my wish and my outcome, come, come, come, come

I am troubled and distraught like your tresses, like your tresses

O the opener of my difficulty, come, come, come, come

Do not speak of the path and the destination, no more, no more

O you who are the path and my destination, come, come, come, come

You have stolen from the earth a handful of flowers, a handful of flowers

In the midst of that flower, come, come, come, come

Until I am aware of good and evil, I am aware

I am unaware of your beauty, come, come, come, come

Lest my reason burn in your love, in your love

I am heedless, not reasonable, at least come and show your face

O king, Salah al-Din, you are both present and absent

O wonder and my origin, come, come, come, come