My soul saw a beautiful one, it shook with its earthquake

My soul became thirsty, so I said woe to my soul, what is wrong with it?

My soul tasted a sip from the radiance of the wine of love

It flew in the atmosphere of passion and shed its burdens

My soul became immersed in his desire until it knew

If a blind wanderer met him, he would understand its condition

In love, there is one whose like is not a full moon in the two worlds

Indeed, my soul in love is one who sees no equals

My soul did not incline to wealth until it fell in love

It sought wealth to scatter its wealth for him

The ships of passion have been sailing with it since morning

In the seas of glory and prosperity, a wondrous day

The eye of my soul struck it, so I desired it with it

When I counted its virtues and deemed its deeds abundant

It prospered after destruction, for the helpers of love

Cared for its affair and lightened its burdens

Ah, my soul, from the love of a great and surpassing breast

Every praise said in it disdained its words

O despair of the soul, the meeting from a lost union

When you recite in the book of the unseen from its deeds

How wonderful is the kindness of a master who revived a soul when he breathed

He gave it a pure drink, so its conditions became clear

Indeed, my soul dispels the encounters of the past for a long time

Then it does not see the past when it contemplates its future

Heavy love hid in my heart, a pearl

Indeed, my soul was burdened by the pearl it carried

Like it, if the throes of childbirth weighed down a free woman today

It would throw her into ruin, and her anklets would not avail her

However, a master whose kindnesses were generous to her

Indeed, my soul is a hill, and its ruins were brought down

A master, a lord, mighty, perfect in his command

Shams al-Din, the owner, fulfilled her hopes

The master encountered my soul while it was in that ruin

From a time he honored it, it did not see its humiliation

A robe woven with love came from Tabriz

My soul dressed in the morning, it took off its robe

The soul said proudly, his grace has chosen us

Then it became jealous after a while of a saying that reached it