Every moment, heavenly revelation comes upon the heads of souls

Saying, 'O you who are like a pain on the earth, how long will you remain? Arise!'

Whoever is among the precious souls, when the pain is at its end

Then he will go above the arch, for that pain of his will find purity.

Do not stir the flower every moment until your water becomes clear

Until your pain becomes clear, until your pain becomes a cure.

There is a soul like a flame, but its smoke is more than its light

When the smoke exceeds the limit, light will not appear in the house.

If you make the smoke less, you will enjoy the light of the flame

From your light, both this abode and that abode will be illuminated.

If you look into murky water, you will see neither the moon nor the sky

The sun and moon will be hidden when darkness fills the air.

The north wind blows, from which the air becomes clear

And for this polishing, at dawn, the zephyr wind blows.

The wind of breath polishes the breast from sorrow

If the breath takes a single breath, the (physical) self will perish.

The soul, a stranger in the world, is longing for the city of no place

The bestial self is in pasture; why so much 'why' is 'why'?

O pure soul, of good essence, how long will you be in travel?

You are a king, return, fly towards the call of the king.