If he takes my soul with a sweet smile

May God grant my heart joy with my beloved forever

My soul will laugh the moment he seizes it

Verily, my day of recompense is when he intoxicates it

When the core of every atom becomes intoxicated from his window

It glorifies, dancing, the might of my beloved, and he is exalted

When I become entirely wine from drinking wine

I am the confection and the ever-flowing wine, so drink me and eat me

O day, what a day you are, your life is long

A day of union, nectar, bliss, and contentment

Our body, like a wine jar, was created for that wine

Indeed, what my Lord ordained for my heart and destiny

A vinegar jar is different, and a molasses jar is different

For in the jar of the soul, there was a fermented drink that boiled

When the wine jar sleeps, the wine boils for it

Verily, the coffee boils for evils and blood

I am the wine myself, I do not fit in the wine jar of the world

Neither the jar nor the sphere can bear my foam and boiling

Why do you drink dead wine? Come, drink me, for I am the wine

I am a wineskin filled with drink and a water carrier

And if you have no sustenance, we and my friends will eat

So listen and confess, O company of pure brothers