The olive-like spirit is in love with the fire

It seeks the fire as a lover seeks the beloved

Increase the olive-like spirit, O lamp

O you who have delayed the tools

The lustful soul that from the lust of piety

Has no heart to see the beloved

So it loves the friend for a reason

In hope of paradise and fear of hellfire

When you have broken the fiery soul, see

The luminous soul in its pursuit

If there were no soul of brotherhood, then the Jew

How would you have separated the two good-doers?

Know the soul of lust to be the soul of brotherhood, for

The fire sees the Moses-like light

The lustful soul is from lack of wisdom

It has made the parrot-like speech foolish

It became ill and your tongue was seized

Turn the sick one's face towards the qibla

The qibla was Shams al-Din Tabrizi

The light of the eye for the heart and the sight