Behold, it is I at the door, open the door!

Closing the door is not a sign of acceptance

In the heart of every atom is your threshold

Until you open it, that door remains hidden

O Splitter of the dawn and Lord of the daybreak

You open a hundred doors and say, 'Enter!'

It is not I who am at the door, but rather you

Give way, open the door to yourself

The match came to the fire

Said, 'Come out to me, O beloved!'

My form is not your form, but

I am all you; my form is but a veil

I become your form and meaning when I reach you

My form vanishes in the meeting

The fire said to it, 'I have come out'

Why should I hide my face from myself?'

Behold, take from me and propagate

To all companions and all relatives

If there is a mountain, draw it like a straw

My community has been given the property of amber

My straw-snatcher who pulls

Did not bring the mountain of Hira from nothingness

In your heart, I am all, from head to toe

Come to your own heart, welcome!

I am the beloved and the heart-taker because

The essence of the heart is born from our sea

Whether I narrate or not the shadow

How can my shadow be separate from me?

But I will move it from its place so that

Its union becomes apparent at the time of manifestation

So that it may know that it is a branch of us

So that it may be separated from enmity

Turn to the cupbearer and hear the rest

So that he may tell you in the language of eternity