For you who have no love, it is permissible for you to sleep

Go, for his love and sorrow are our lot, sleep

From the sun of the beloved's sorrow, we became atom by atom

For you who did not arise this desire in the liver, sleep

In search of his union, I run like water

For you who have no sorrow that he is where, sleep

The path of love is beyond seventy-two

Since your love and creed are deception and hypocrisy, sleep

His morning is our morning, his coquetry is our evening

For you who have desire for Lot and sorrow for Isha, sleep

From our alchemy seeking, we are like molten copper

For you whose bed and bedfellow is alchemy, sleep

Like the intoxicated, you fall and rise in every direction

That night has passed, now is the time for prayer, sleep

When fate tied my sleep, O youth, you go

That the sleep of missing is the fate of intense sleep, sleep

We have fallen into the hand of love, to see what it does

Since you are in your own hand, go sleep on the right hand

I am the one who eats blood, O soul, you are the one who eats Lot

Since Lot certainly requires sleep, sleep

I have cut off hope from the brain and also from the head

For you, the brain is fresh and hopeful, sleep

I tore the garment of words, I released speech

You who are not naked, for you there is a robe, sleep