Where is the musician of the soul, so that from the cries of the call to prayer

His breath may cast passion into a thousand heads

I have said that I will not say it, but I will say it

Where do I come from, and where do the fulfillments of promises come from?

If the whole earth sprouts with repentance

Love will reap all of it like grass with one breath

Because repentance is like a bond, it does not accept a bond

(Like) the height of the wave like a mountain and the pride of the sea

Between your eyebrows, O love, there is a knot at this moment

That is not worthy of that beautiful face, come back from it

I am not pleased with the work of anyone in the whole world

For I have seen your works as fitting and equal

When the sun of your beauty rose from the east

I heard from every atom, 'Yes, our Lord!'

There is a sweetness in that water of the salty sea

From which even the liver of the water has become dropsy

God has placed a medicine beside every pain

Since the pain of love is ancient, it remains without a cure

And if there were a cure for this, you yourself would deem it fitting

With straw and mud that has daubed the roof of the sky

The one whose soul has struck the note of poverty as a boast

What attention will he pay to crown and throne and banner?

When the garden and vineyard of truths have taken hold of the whole world

Why do they graze among poisonous plants, why?

The mouth is a worshipper of speech, but it says it is not possible

Tell the rest to the soul of all men