The night passed, and yet our story did not end

Inevitably, the whole story must be told

By God, from the time of Adam to the Day of Resurrection

This length has not become short, nor will it

But it seems like it has now ended

When the Turk says 'ashpu' to the walking man

What is the Turk's 'ashpu' that is near a dwelling

So that it may give you warmth and brilliance and strength

Since the path is for walking, stopping is destruction

How does it make you 'qanq' (sound) that 'come, enter the tent'?

He is a man of generosity whose life is not withheld

But if he seizes you, you will remain in affliction

Do not have bad thoughts about the Turk and do not accuse him

Do not resist like a Hindu, hurry, companions

For there, in the fire, are three horseshoes for you

And there, in your ear, is the heart of your own and your relatives

The longing of the generous ones does not allow that sweet water

To go down your throat, O faithful friend

Even if you sit in honey, they will soon make it bitter for you

And if you become paired with the faithful one, that (faithfulness) will become oppression

Be silent and walk the path, and know this for certain

That the water of estrangement keeps (one) wandering like a millstone