How should this wretch lament so that mercy may come to that beloved?

These eyes shed blood so that I may see that rose garden.

How should the sun illuminate me so that separation may burn me less?

My heart teaches me a trick so that I may start the affair anew.

O Universal Intellect, possessor of all arts, teach me a charm

So that from it may arise within (my beloved's heart) a painted mercy for my beloved.

When the light of that fragrant candle does not penetrate the soul and heart

How can one ultimately know the water and clay desired by that trickster (beloved)?

When Gabriel, with grace and guidance, tastes the fattened calf

How can this trap and seed attract the beautiful-beaked Simurgh?

The Simurgh, who can find anyone's trap before that Simurgh-fly?

O spider of intellect, enough, how long will you spin this web?

Where is that sweet-breathed Messiah, without the mediation of Mary's sea?

From whom even the heart of a Christian tears apart the zunar (a sacred thread worn by Zoroastrians).

When the Dajjal of sorrow spreads a fire from a fire-spreading (source)

Where is Jesus, the dagger-wielder, to (defeat) the evil-doing Dajjal?

For the body, healths are from you; for the soul, resurrections are from you

The signs of Jesus are from you, (and so is) union resembling the resurrection.

The cup (of life) falls on the head from sorrow, as a stone falls into a cup

Fire falls upon the thorn when there is no rose for the thorn.

I am left behind like Vamiq from Azra, since I was not worthy

But the intoxication of love is in the head of the intoxicated heart.

For the chessboard of the king's fortune, a hundred lives are spent on its path

A hundred (lives are spent) for a straw-laden amulet, a hundred pains for a despised pain.

I see (the one) united with the king, separated from selfhood

And having obtained life from the king, souls are a wall around him.

May it be that that obstinate king, because of that grace beyond limits

May abolish now that custom of seeking forgiveness.

A soul that turns its face this way becomes familiar with Bayazid

Or turns its face towards Sanai, or gives fragrance to Attar.

The master of the soul, from whose cup his days became intoxicated

At times when you say his name, consider repetition necessary.

The exalted lord, Shams al-Din of Tabriz, from him (comes) the soul of the earth

Full of light like the established throne (of God), which became the envy of the lights.

O hundred thousand blessings upon the most blessed hour

When that speaking trustworthy spirit (Shams) opens those secrets.

In purity, without malice and hatred, sit in his banquet of love

In the veil of denial, see that veil of a hundred nails.