From the book of our life, a single page remains

From the jealousy of that soul's grace, it remains in anxiety

On that book is written a letter sweeter than thanks

From the shame of that letter, the moon remains in sweat

Eternal life shining in the garden page

Neither fear of change nor place for subtlety remains

Its name was a page, the kingdom of eternity within it

The secrets of all the pure remain there as twilight

A light of divinity is wrapped around the page

Shams of Tabriz, the truth, remains a bright pupil