The water has been cut off from this stream of the world

O spring, return and bring back the water

From that water that the spring of Khidr and Elias

Has not seen and will not see such water

Bravo to the spring that from the glory of its gushing

Water gushes every moment from the essence of the soul

When there is water, bread will grow

But water never grows from bread, O soul

For a morsel of bread, like beggars

Do not spill water out of poverty, O guest

The entire world is half a morsel

From the greed of half a morsel, water has become hidden

Earth and sky are buckets and pitchers

Water is beyond earth and sky

You too, go out from the sky and earth quickly

So that you may see water flowing from non-place

The fish of your soul will be freed from this pond

It will drink water from the boundless sea

In that sea where the Khidrs are fish

In it, eternal fish, eternal water

From that vision came the light of the eye

From that roof is water in the gutter

From that garden are these flowers of the face

From that waterwheel, the rose garden finds water

Your soul and spirit will then become happy

When flowing water comes to you from here

Do not strike the stick again like guards

For water is the guard of these fish