O hidden beauty among people, O light of darkness

You are the sun of truth, hidden among the rays of dawn

The Lord of the Throne almost hid His beauty from Himself

Out of jealousy for that ultimate perfection

I wish I would die one day in His mouth

For in my death there is a state that cannot be hoped for

In the dust of His sandal is kohl that removes blindness

In the eyes of His abundant grace is cool water for thirst

However, walking and moving in that love

Is a difficult, hard, and fearful problem in which blood is shed

His light guides to a high and safe palace

I do not care about misguidance in it, for I have this guidance

Rejoice, O eye, from the shining of a comprehensive light

You have nothing to fear from an eternal blind man who does not see

Tabriz has become my qibla or my rising place

When it becomes light, when I seek prayer

O cupbearer, circulate the cup of eternity from His love

For a long time we have been sick, seeking this cure

We do not care about nights that aged us for a while

After we became young from a perpetual nectar

O you who shout in His days, woe to you

Drink, our brothers, from His cup, blessed are we

The real truth has become clear, illuminated by His grace

He will guide people from their darkness to space

What bad luck for one who turns away from His grace

A denying, arrogant, bewildered one in the valley of ruin

Turning away from a flowing spring, continuous for eternity

Seeking water in the delusions of a day of sleep

A spring of the sea gushed forth from the land of Tabriz for it

O land of Tabriz, our souls are sacrificed for you, what a blessed soil