Do not be wise among lovers

Especially in the love of this ruby-cloaked one

May the wise be far from the lovers

May the smell of the furnace be far from the morning breeze

If a wise man enters, say there is no way

And if a lover enters, a hundred welcomes

The assembly of self-sacrifice and the strict grip of reason

Profit in love is a plague

Love is ashamed of the light of reason

Old age is bad in the days of youth

Come back home, O lover, more quickly

Your life without love is in vain

The soul will not be taken by Shams Tabrizi

Place your hand on your heart, not on the outward mold