O heart, what have you thought in excuse for those shortcomings?

From his side, so much loyalty; from your side, so much cruelty.

From his side, so much generosity; from this side, opposition and excess and deficiency.

From his side, so many blessings; from your side, so many mistakes.

From your side, so much envy, so many fancies and bad suspicions.

From his side, so much attraction, so much tasting, so much bestowal.

So much tasting for what, so that your bitter soul may become sweet?

So much attraction for what, so that you may reach the saints?

You become regretful for evil, you become Allah-saying.

At that moment, He draws you, so that He may deliver you.

You become fearful of crime, and you become questioning about a solution.

At that moment, why do you not see the one who makes you fear with yourself?

If He has closed your eye, like a pawn in His hand.

Sometimes He rolls it like this, sometimes He plays it in the air.

Sometimes He puts in your nature the passion for silver and gold and women.

Sometimes He puts in your soul the light of the image of Mustafa.

Drawing some to the pleasant ones, and drawing others to the unpleasant ones.

Either it will pass, or the ship will break in these whirlpools.

Pray so much in secret, lament so much in the nights.

So that from the dome of the seven heavens, a sound may come to your ear.

The cry of Shuaib and his lamentation, and those tears like dew.

When it exceeded the limit, at dawn, his call came from the heavens.

If you are a criminal, I have forgiven you, and I have pardoned you of your crime.

I will give you paradise, be silent, let go of this prayer.

He said, "I want neither this nor that; I want the vision of the Truth, manifest."

If the seven seas become fire, I will rush into them for the sake of the meeting.

If that sight is driven away, my moist eye is closed from it.

I am more worthy of hell; paradise is not fitting for me.

Paradise for me, without His face, is both hell and an enemy.

I am burned by this color and scent; where is the glory of the lights of eternity?

They said, "At least weep less, so that your sight may not diminish,"

For the eye becomes blind when weeping exceeds the limit.

He said, "If my two eyes will ultimately see that attribute,"

Every part of me will become an eye; why should I grieve for blindness?

And if ultimately this eye of mine will remain deprived,"

Let it become blind, that sight which is not worthy of the Friend.

In the world, every person is sacrificed for their friend.

One's friend is a bag of blood; another's friend is the sun of light.

Since everyone, according to their capacity, has chosen a friend from good and evil,

It would be a pity for us to destroy ourselves for the sake of nothingness.

One day, someone accompanied Bayazid on a journey.

Then Bayazid said to him, "What profession have you chosen, O deceitful one?"

He said, "I am an ass driver." Then Bayazid said to him, "Go..."

"O Lord, give death to his ass, so that he may become a servant of God."