When my beloved enters, how wonderful it would be, by God!

When he takes me in his arms, how wonderful it would be, by God!

When the lion places its paw on its wounded gazelle

(Saying), 'O dear prey of mine,' how wonderful it would be, by God!

When the fugitive is dragged along his path

To the fourth heaven, how wonderful it would be, by God!

I am greatly intoxicated by those two drunken narcissus (eyes) of his

When they break my intoxication, how wonderful it would be, by God!

When the afflicted, sorrowful soul says to God

That 'I have nothing but you,' how wonderful it would be, by God!

When the answer comes from that side, 'I, after this, will

Not leave you to anyone,' how wonderful it would be, by God!

When the night of union comes, my night will become like day

That I will not count day and night, how wonderful it would be, by God!

When I become a blooming flower in union with my rose-faced beloved

And the breeze of my spring arrives, how wonderful it would be, by God!

When I find that infinite sugar land

Which takes away my patience and composure, how wonderful it would be, by God!

The trust that does not fit in the nine heavens

When I entrust it to the deserving one, how wonderful it would be, by God!

When I become ruined and intoxicated in the perfection of selflessness

(That) I will neither sow nor reap, how wonderful it would be, by God!

I will not come to speech when my mouth is full

(That) I will not scratch the head of the story, how wonderful it would be, by God!