O head and full moon of the world, do not sit, do not sleep tonight

For Buraq has come to the door, so when you are free, stand up

When the path was closed and hope was broken

You rise to the heavens, open the path and the creed

A breath of yours does not come, it opens two thousand doors

Like the special emir, read, he opens those lips with prayer

Go to the sea like a fish that has found a royal pearl

When he says what do you want, you say I desire you

When I heard your scratching, I ran to the head like a pen

When I reached your heart, what can I do with the headache of the body?

From the greeting of the happy greeters, I pull my skirt in pride

For our heart and soul have become perfumed from the greeting

From the hand such wine, from the breath such address

It is strange if a troubled heart remains in the world

Grown from the wealth of God, grown from one's own need

In the occupations of 'I am the truth' has become a vanishing flame

Pull the water from this clay, for you are the soul of the sun

For the pure spirit does not remain when it becomes compounded with clay

I bring blessings upon you, may nearness be increased

For by the nearness of the whole, all parts become near

The two worlds from the blowing of the trumpet are like resurrection before me

Toward the soul they are shaken, and toward the corporeal they are arranged

Do not strive with words, for this glory is from the heart, not from speaking

For art is found from the foot, and the fox saw from the breath