Do you know what the rebab says?

From the tears of the eye and from the livers of kebabs

I am skin, far from flesh

How can I not wail in separation and in torment?

The wood also says, I was a green branch

This broke me and tore that stirrup

We are strangers in separation, O kings

Hear from us, to God is the return

We first grew from God in the world

We also return to him from revolution

Our cry is like a bell in a caravan

Or like thunder when clouds travel

O traveler, do not set your heart on a dwelling

Lest you become tired at the time of attraction

Because you have traveled many dwellings

From a drop to the time of youth

Take it easy so that you may be freed easily

You will both give easily and receive reward

Hold him hard who held you hard

Find him, he is the beginning and the end

How well the kamancheh draws, for its arrow

Holds agitation in the hearts of lovers

Turk, Roman, and Arab, if he is a lover

This sound of truth is his language

The wind wails, calling you

That come into my fold to the stream of water

I was water, I became wind, I came

To save the thirsty from this mirage

The speech is that of the wind that was water

It will become water when it throws off the veil

This cry arose from outside the six directions

That flee from direction and do not turn away from us

O lover, you are not less than a moth

When does a moth avoid fire?

The king is in the city for my owl

When do I leave the city and when do I take to ruin?

If an ass goes mad, here is a cow's tail

Strike it on the head so much that it foams

If I seek his heart, his baseness will increase

God told the disbelievers to strike the necks