The beloved vows that tonight you

Will have no sleep, rise above desire

Preserving the mind is for the troubled one

Because my beloved needs wakefulness

Your mind is like the oil of a lamp

The lamp of our body is faithless

If the jug is full of oil, it is of no use

When morning comes, your lamp is extinguished

The invitation of the sun is better than your oil

How many lamps are worth that one call?

His beautiful eye has no sleep at all

It intoxicates the eyes of all creation

All sleep, and it smiles

His beautiful eye at the flaws of eyes

Then 'To whom belongs the kingdom?' rises in the sky

Where are the kings with golden robes?

Where are the commanders, where are the viziers, where are the great ones?

Where are the guardians for the lands of God?

What happened to the people of knowledge and the people of the pen?

You will not find a demon in the palace

Their houses and bodies have become dark and narrow

Because we took away one breath of light

When the dust, whose wind goes away, becomes

It falls on the black earth, destitute

When they leap from the veils of their sleep

They rub again the whiskers of injustice

Ah, how forgetful are this group!

Their knowledge has no permanence at all

The burning of the candle is quickly forgotten

On the heart of the moth, from ignorance and blindness

It comes back with half-burnt wings

It burns again, like an unworthy heart

Make your vow, make your rule, be a ruler

Over night and day and dawn, O God