Bring into motion the dishevelled tresses

Bring into dance the souls of the Sufis

Sun and moon and stars, dancing around the circle

We are dancing in the midst, make that waist dance

Your grace, like a musician, from the smallest melody

Brings the Sufi of the sky into rotation

The running spring breeze comes, singing songs

Makes the world laugh, makes the autumn rise up

Many a snake becomes a friend, the flower becomes the mate of the thorn

It becomes the time of scattering (petals) for the king of the garden

Every moment, a scent comes from the garden, like a messenger in a direction

Meaning, sound the call to prayer today for the friends

The garden has become fluid in its own head, and says to you

Become fluid in your own head, so that the soul may reach the flowing soul

Until the bud opens its leaves, with the cypress, the head of the lily

The tulip brings good tidings to the willow and the Judas-tree

Until the head of every sapling comes from the depths to the surface

The ascendants have placed the ladder in the garden

The birds and nightingales are sitting on the branches

As the urine of the guard is upon the treasure

These leaves are like tongues, and these fruits are like hearts

When the hearts reveal themselves, they give value to the tongue