I have no crime greater than this, that from my heart I desire you

Why do you turn your face away from my saffron-colored face?

Either show kindness and consideration to this blood-thirsty heart

Or give it the strength of patience, in 'God does what He wills'

These two paths have come in the way: either patience or gratitude for blessings

Without the candle of your face, it is not possible to see these two paths

Whenever you turn your face away, no stream has any water

How can particles appear without the rays of the morning sun?

Without your wine, how can a pleasant intoxication fall into the brain?

Without your purity, how can Satan go away without power or strength?

Neither a pill makes a pill, nor a cooked (thing) a cooked (thing)

Unless you throw a handful of your myrobalan into the medicine

Unless your command resounds, how can the sun move into the constellation of Leo?

Without you, where will a vein move in the hand and foot of a pious man?

You place wakefulness in death, you place awareness in sleep

You place generosity in stone, you place loyalty in fleeting lightning

The black flood of night carries away wherever there is intellect and wisdom

Who can escape from that flood except the 'customer' of 'has He come' (a reference to a Quranic verse)?

O soul of the soul, part and whole, O bestower of beauty upon garden and flower

O you who beat the drum everywhere, O soul bewildered by the call to prayer

Everyone deceives me to take a tenth (of my property)

That one who gives less understanding says, "Come, come to me!"

To the direction where your understanding reaches, understanding must go to that side

The one who gives you eternal life, he is worthy of eternal life

He who makes you melancholy makes you verdant and rose-colored

He brings you to prayer, He also gives the reward of prayer

He has combined the Ra and the Ya and the Noon with the Alif

Blow into your mouth in the wind so that you may say "Our Lord" beautifully

At your service, at your service, O Generous One, your love is in my head

From your water, I spin like a millstone

The millstone never knows the purpose of its rotations

Whether it is the pillar of our strength or the business of the baker

The water makes it turn, and it also spins

If the water's right is bound, it also does not move from its place

Be silent, for these words of ours fly from our secrets

Until He who said (it) says (it), never showing his back (i.e., never turning away from his words)