I will lament so much, I will utter so many laments, I will bring forth so many hues

Until I remove the rust of denial from every mirror

My heart rides on the steed of your love, and this steed of it

With every step, it traverses farsangs beyond the soul

Show your bright ruby to the blindness of every darkness

So that stones may rain down from the throne upon the hard-hearted

With such radiance of yours, do you know why they denied (you)?

Because this fortune and prosperity are a disgrace for them

If they were not so blind, they would have ultimately seen thus

On that side, thousands of souls hang from the moon like stars

When the blind become seeing from the joy of your light

So that from the pleasure of your path, the lame become walkers

But when one suddenly becomes beside himself on your path

Every intellect, because it is released in the intoxicant of your verdant field

For this reason, I see people lamenting like reeds and empty of heart

For this reason, two hundred flowing cypress trees are bent from sorrow like harps

For this reason, thousands of caravans are broken from the flowing path

From this path, many full ships are broken upon the shallows

The souls of the broken ones are bound to your hope

Until your boundless knowledge reveals cultures

Until that kindness within your kindness breaks up the wrath

Until peace takes hold on every side, until wars are erased

Until a different kind of seeking, a different way of going

Becomes apparent in every liver, in the chain of melodies

And from the invitation of the attraction of happiness, that Shams Tabrizi becomes

Every particle an instigator, every hair like a commander