I sacrifice myself for you, O possessor of revelation, whose verses come successively

You interpret them secretly and hint at them openly

And you resurrected the dead and gave them life by it

I sacrifice myself for you, what should I know about the matter? I do not know

So they all returned intoxicated in your attributes

And they did not taste fruit nor drink wine

But the flash of nearness annihilated their minds

So glory be to Him who established, and glory be to Him who caused to travel by night

Peace be upon a people whose hearts call out

With the tongues of secrets, thanks to Him, thanks

So blessed is he who lowered his bucket from earnestness

And in the bucket, a beautiful Joseph said, 'O good tidings!'

He gazes in the radiance and paradise of Joseph

The realities of secrets, he encompasses them with knowledge

The unseen manifested to him, and his mind was crushed

As that mount was crushed and the rock was demolished

So he remained drowned in love, a soul embodied

And a great light that left no veil before it