The beloved has come in peace, O companions

Why are you sitting at the door?

The turn of separation and waiting has passed

So enter the house, O people of understanding

The sun of beauty has opened the chest

So take off your clothes in its rays

The etiquette of love is all impoliteness

The mother of love is their love of etiquette

The wine of love broke shame and name

You see neither heads nor tails

The pleasure of love mixed with the brain

Like the mingling of slaves with lords

The daughters of the conscience are intoxicated

In the midst of the garden of hearts and the waterwheel

If you are not privy to the conscience

Then ask them from behind a veil

Shams of Tabriz, the cup of love is from you

And take the liver for the wine as kebab