The world has shone from the light of our protector

The moon has become the cupbearer, and the cup is our Pleiades

Youthful passion is my faith, and solitude is my garden

And the grove is my companion, and the rose is our life

Whoever has love, the assembly is his abode

Whoever has reason, beware of him and us

Whoever is constrained by a house or thirsted by fire

He is guided to a spring to regain his quenching

Whoever has no eye to see the unseen

Let him come with longing in the service of our master

O time, besides the bosom of Shams of Truth, Tabriz

Have you seen in the world your human being a human being?

Blessed are you, O guided one, you have melted from effort

You have turned away from the form to grasp our meaning

Whoever has a worry that consumes and destroys him

Let him drink and become intoxicated from the coffee of our master