When we enter into the tumult of night

We raise dust from the sea of night

Sleep will not flee from sleep

He who has seen the spectacle of night

Many a heart full of light and many a pure soul

Engaged and servant and master of night

Night was the veil of the unseen witness

Where is the day equal to night?

For you, night is like a black pot

Since you have not tasted the halva of night

Night tied my hand from work and business

Until dawn, my hand and the foot of night

The road is long, we drive fast

We are in the length and breadth of night

If day is earning and trading

The passion of night has another taste

Pride of Tabriz, you are Shams al-Din

The regret of day and the desire of night