You are (my) soul and (my) world, O generous one, for me

What (is) soul and world, from where to where?

For what is the soul itself to lovers?

What is the world itself to the saints?

The whole earth is not on the back of a cow

That it grazes in your meadow

In that caravan in which the whole earth

Is (just) a cow's load, and you are the guide

In the storehouse of your grace are many grains

That will not break under seven millstones

You are in the eye of the painter and hidden from the (physical) eye

What an eye-binder and what alchemy!

You have a world other than the eighteen thousand (worlds)

What alchemy and what majesty!

One more couplet on this rhyme

I will say, yes, I owe you

That no one will repay this debt except the poor

For poverty is the sea of fidelity

The rich man has remained rich from miserliness

The poor man (has remained) poor from generosity, poor from generosity