O beloved, accept this seeking of ours

We are slaves and disciples of love, take our hair (in service)

Without goblet and cup, give wine like the tulip

So that the flower may prostrate before the beauty of our faces

Make our eyes intoxicated and drunk today

Make our neighborhood the envy of paradise today

We are the mine of gold and silver, where is the enemy of gold?

From us comes fortune to our friend and our enemy

We have become the adorning candle, we have become long-necked

You have made our throat potent and wide with this wine

O water of life, your flood carried us away

Now, may it be lawful for you to break our jug

If you do not know our nature, seek it from the grace of wine

That wine has made our nature like its own

Even if you pour a sea of wine, we will not be sated and full

Because you have placed our gourd upside down on our head

Another guest has arrived, prepare another pot

For this pot is not enough for a bowl of our wash

Look, troop upon troop of drunkards are arriving at the garden

How can the intoxicated one not find (it) when he has found our scent?

The Turk will renounce art, will wash away the whole book

If Mercury hears this melody of ours

Those seeking ostentation in love will be slapped like a tambourine

Bring the plectrum to the harp, play our three-stringed instrument

Stop, for the world will become bitter for the people of the world

If they suddenly hear this conversation of ours