If you are a lover of love and a seeker of love

Take a sharp dagger and cut the throat of modesty

Know that a great barrier in the (path of love) is reputation

This is a disinterested saying, accept it with purity

A thousand kinds of madness, from what did that madman (Layla's lover) do?

That chosen passionate one brought forth a thousand passions

Sometimes he tore his robe, and sometimes he ran to the mountain

Sometimes he tasted poison, and sometimes he chose annihilation

Like a spider, (he) caught such huge prey

See what prey the net of the Most High Lord catches

When the love of Layla's face was worth all that

How would be the night journey of His servant (Muhammad) to Layla (or the highest heaven)?

You have not seen the diwans (collections of poetry) of Vis and Ramin

You have not read the tales of Wamiq and Azra

You gather your garment so that it does not get wet from the water

A thousand dips are for you to take in the sea

The path of love is all intoxication and humility

For a low-lying flood flows, when will it go upwards?

May you be like a gem among the ring of lovers

If you are a unique one with a ring in your ear, O master

Just as this earth is a ring in the ear of the sky

Just as the limbs are a ring in the ear of the soul

Come, tell me, what harm did the earth suffer from this union?

What kindnesses has reason not done with the parts?

A drum should not be beaten under a blanket, O son

Raise the flag like brave men in the middle of the desert

Listen with the ear of your soul to the clamor of the yearning ones

A thousand commotions in the sky of the green dome

When (love) opens the fastenings of the robe from the intoxication of love

See the 'to-hays' and 'ho-hoys' of the angels and the astonishment of the houris

What a commotion that is straight above and below the world

From whose love (it is), (He is) free from below and from above

When the sun rises, where will the night remain?

When the army of grace arrives, where will hardship remain?

I have become silent, O soul of souls, you tell (it)

For every atom has become eloquent from the love of your face