The Sufi of secrets has his head in his collar

So that (he may see) what the end of the matter will bring forth from the unseen

The wine that is in the vat of truth, its heart's secret is absolute

But it also causes restlessness for the awake lover

Water, like earth, give it to the wind, (it has) become fire

Love has mingled the tent of these four (elements)

Love, which is pitching tents in pursuit of those intoxicated ones

In the signless heaven, it gives light to the fire

Do not knock on the ring of this door, do not boast of being a Qalandar (wandering dervish)

You are not a bird, do not flap your wings, do not say 'qar' (sound of a crow)

Listen to my words, drink the wine of the soul

Make the conscious mind senseless and unconscious

Before the negation of existence, it was the house of intoxication

Quickly make those doors and walls your qibla (direction of prayer)

(One) becomes intoxicated, truly intoxicated, from the wine of the Cup of Alast

Fill the house of intoxication with the wine of worship

The gift of the Lord of the Religion is Shams al-Haqq, see this!

O you who have become the China of Tabriz, (look at) that pomegranate-flower face!