O you who, in times of pain, are the comfort of my soul

And you who, in the bitterness of poverty, are the treasure of my flowing soul

That which imagination has not carried, nor reason has seen or understood

Has reached my soul from you, the qibla (direction of prayer) of my own

From your generosity, I look with pride upon eternity

How can the transient fortune deceive me, O king?

The melody of the one who brought the good news of you

Even if it were in a dream, is better than my songs

In the rak'ahs of prayer, the thought of you is present, O king

Necessary and obligatory, just as the seven oft-repeated verses are for me

In the sin of the infidels, mercy and intercession are yours

(You are) the leader and chief of the hard-hearted ones for me

If eternal generosity presents kingdoms

(It) will place before (me) all the hidden treasures

I will prostrate myself from my soul, I will place my face on the ground

I will say, 'From all these, the love of so-and-so is mine.'

Eternal life before me is the time of union

Because no time fits within it for me

Life is a vessel, and union is the pure drink within it

Without you, what use is the trouble of my vessels to me?

I had twenty thousand desires before this

In his desire, no hope remained for me

From the help of his grace, I became safe, because

The sultan of the unseen says, 'You will not see me.'

The jewel of his meaning has filled my soul and heart

He is, if (he) says 'there is no third or second for me.'

His union went to the soul, it paid no attention to the body

Even though a manifestation, separate from the body, became apparent to me

I became old from his sorrow, but when Tabriz

(You) mention the name, all my youth returns