O our good-named Joseph, you walk happily on our roof

"Indeed, We have granted you a clear victory." Peace be upon you, return from the roof, enter through the door

O my sea full of coral, by God, my soul has become light

This wandering soul of mine is weary from the turning of this millstone

O camel driver, do not pass with the caravan, do not go from this stage

Make the camel lie down, come on, not for my sake, for God's sake

No, no, go, madman, go happily in the midst of blood

Do not ask how, go without how, for the soul has no place

If your body becomes dust, your soul will be on the celestial sphere

If your patched cloak is torn, your soul will not perish

You are not out of the head of the heart, show your face, O mirror

Since love is the head of sedition, seditions will come before you

You say to me, "How do you go? You go boldly and excessively."

Look that you are going in blood, will you finally not say where?

I said, "From the fires of the heart, on the surfaces of the heart

I roll in the passion of the heart until the sea 'He does what He wills'

Every moment a messenger arrives, pulling the soul's collar

A thought runs on the heart, meaning, "Come to your origin!"

The heart, weary of the world of color and smell, has become fleeing in all directions

Shouting, "Where is that origin?" Tearing garments in fidelity