Imprison in the glass those wise genies

Shed the heart's blood of those ruby-colored bloodthirsty ones

They have stolen the crown of a thousand kings

They have bestowed a ruby robe upon our faces

At the time of manifestation, like a peacock, they have stolen intellects

They have opened (hearts) like the hearts of lovers, full of beauty

From their reflection, the green sky becomes the color of ruby

Imagine how they affect hearts

They bring to dance and joy with one draught

A thousand weak old men who have remained in their places

What place is there for old age, for they are the creative water of life

That they give life with one glance to all things

Has anyone seen a sugar seller so nimble?

(He) makes the sugar-eating parrot understand speech

How delicate and elegant, and how generous and noble

Such a companion is needed for the path of the highest

All the seeking lovers have called out

Proceed to the field for the sake of spectacle

Even if the treasury of Qarun is poured down upon us

They cannot take the (love) from our minds

Bring, O remaining cupbearer, for (you are) the soul of souls

Pour the red wine upon (our) passion

A heart that does not heed advice from any comforter

Inflict upon it for a moment that captivating wine

What a wine, whose love has been brewed by its own hand!

What a pearl, which no sea has ever possessed!

If its cup reaches from Venus to Mars

It will release anger and bile with a single draught

You remain, and the wine, and we have all become فنا (annihilated)

Why do you hide your face from yourself?

But the jealousy of Lala is present and watching

(He has) a thousand lovers as ships for Lala

In negation, he says 'La, La' with every breath

Strike the neck of 'La' (no) and bring 'Illa' (but God)

Give Lala a cup of that which you know

That (wine) which steals the knowledge and reason of a thousand wise men

Or, with a playful glance, look towards him

For your glance is a second life for the revived

Give to the water the dust of sorrow and turbidity

Put to sleep that war and tumult

God of love sent (it) so that we may be entangled in it

For the King Most High is not worthy of entanglement

Half a ghazal remained in the mouth, unsaid

But alas, I have lost head and foot

Arise, shine upon the heavens, O Shams of Tabriz!

Adorn the noble brain, the constellation of Gemini