From the burning longing of my heart, it cries aloud

That perchance there may reach it a call from the presence of union

The heart is like Husayn and separation is like Yazid

(It) has been martyred two hundred times in the plain of Karbala

Martyred in appearance, it has become alive in the unseen

Captive in the eyes of the enemy, and a king in secret

(It) resides between the paradise and the highest paradise of the friend's union

Freed from the hardship of the prison of hunger, cheapness, and high prices

If the root of its tree were not ingrained within the unseen

Why has the blossom of its union bloomed so fully?

Be silent, and be from the side of the speaking conscience

For the speaking universal soul will tell you 'Afla' (higher things)