Break the jug and the pitcher, O waterer of souls

So that mouths may open like bowls before you

Strike our temples, O bewilderer of intellects

So that in bewilderment, this intellect may be freed from trials

You have broken the bell of the body, break the honor of reason

Do not allow that deceiver to reveal signs

And if it performs magic, binding people's tongues

You, like the staff of Moses, open the tongues upon it

A silent lover is better, the sea is better in boiling

Like a mirror, expressions are better in silence