O Joseph, finally come to this blind Jacob

O Jesus, hidden on the dome of azure, come

From separation, my day became pitch-black, my heart became like a bow, and evil became an arrow

Miserable Jacob has become old, O youthful Joseph, come

O Moses Imran, in whose breast are so many Sinais

A calf is claiming divinity, come from the breast of Sinai

I have come with a saffron-colored face, I have come bent like a harp

I have come into the narrow grave of the body, O soul, come with breadth

The eye of Muhammad is moist with tears, and longing has spoken in your sorrow

From that entangled lock of hair, O head of 'We have sent', come

The sun before you is like twilight, O you who have surpassed the kings

O seeing eye with truth, and O knowing breast, come

O soul of you and souls, like a body without a soul, what is the body itself worth?

I have given my heart, it has been long since I will give my life, O beloved, come

Since you have taken my heart as a pledge, my soul's field is in harvest

You are the first, O pain, go, and you are the last, O cure, come

O you are my medicine and cure, the light of my hundred-piece heart

In my miserable heart, since there is none but you, come

I did not recognize your worth until the heavens speak of tricks

One day strike an arrow at his heart, another day bring a rock upon his head

O you of the rank of two bows' length, and that noble state

None is your confidant, O king, in his nearness, come closer

O moon-like king, come, O sweeter than a hundred sweets, come

O water and O fire, come, O pearl and O sea, come

My soul's master, Shams al-Din, from your glory, O trustworthy spirit

Tabriz, like the established throne, come from the Farthest Mosque