O you who built the palace of perfection high

You are still fortunate, supported by good fortunes

He shook hearts and turned them away with his rejections

And the blood of lovers became scattered

O you who dwell in the places of love in anxiety

You think that love will leave you in vain

No, by the one who possessed beauty and splendor

And left no tricks or hands for the lovers

And that is Shams al-Din, a master and lord

And Tabriz from him has become like paradise