Tomorrow I will go to the workshop of the tailor of lovers

I, with a long-robed garment, with a thousand yards of passion

He will tear you away from Yazid and sew you onto Zayd

With this one he will make you a pair, and with that other, Azra

He will sew you with that one, upon whom you will set your heart for all your life

What silk and stitches, what a white hand (of Moses)!

When you have completely set your heart (on someone), he will tear (you) apart from separation

With the rare wound of the scissors, 'Descend from here!'

From his gathering and separating, I became astonished

In establishing and erasing, like the changing color of a passionate heart

The heart is a tablet full of earth, he is the engineer of hearts

What forms and writings and truths and names!

When he multiplies you by another, like a number

What result does he make appear from his multiplication?

When you have seen multiplication, now come and see division

How he divided a drop in the sea

Through algebra, he made all opposites confront each other

Be silent, for thought is broken by these wonders