I spend my evening and morning tormented by longing

My heart turns on the fire of love

If you abandon me, refine me with it

You are the wisdom, and without your trial, I am not refined

Why has your heart hardened? Until when

Will I weep and complain about what has happened?

From what I love, I say, I sacrifice myself for you

I live by you, and I am titled your slain

And you pointed to patience for me, consoling

They did not love like this, do not think

I have not lived in this separation for a moment

Were it not for your meeting that I await every day

I repent, whispering and calling

For I am the sinner clinging to my master

Tabriz is glorified by Shams al-Din, my master

I weep blood from what I have committed and drink