From my heart, I cleansed philosophical thoughts away

In my eyes, I placed the image of Joseph's beauty

A rare beauty is needed, which cannot be expressed in words

So that the prostration of Adam, the pure one, may be correct

What a Mount Sinai, what a light, what a light

Every moment, it bestows light upon a hundred extinguished candles

When the sun rises, every particle reveals itself

Another light is needed for the hidden particles

The origin of all existence is He, the ocean of generosity is He

As He captures the nonexistent things