Give wine extravagantly, O cupbearer, so that fear and hope may lessen

Strike the neck of thought, we are from where, and it is from where?

Bring forth the 'nush anush' (a kind of drink), uproot the consciousness

Release that unadorned pleasure from the bondage of existence

Come joyfully to our gathering, remove the veil from your face

In the manner that you first came, O 'Yaf'al Allah ma yasha' (He does what He wills)

See the madmen who have leaped, see those who have escaped the bondage of existence

See those who have attached their hearts to the heartless, for this heart was a trap of calamity

Come quickly, behold, it is late, the heart is weary of this land

Intoxicate it and release it from this talk, come quickly

Untie this rope from my hand, bind the feet of Bu al-Hasan

Fill the goblet so that I do not recognize my head from my feet

Without taste is that soul that is in adventure and discourse

Every moment it makes warmth with Bu Ali and Bu Ala

Do not give me bread, do not give me water, do not give me comfort and sleep

O thirst of your love, the blood price for a hundred like us

Today I am your guest, intoxicated and distraught by you

The whole city is filled with this news that today is a celebration, 'al-salah' (a call to prayer or joy)

Whoever seeks a customer other than God is nothing but a donkey

In the greenery of this dung heap, he seeks pasture like donkeys

Know that the greenery of the dung heap makes the beard and mouth smelly

Because Mustafa (Prophet Muhammad) ordered avoidance of the greenery of the dung heap

I am far from the greenery of the dung heap, I am far from the houri of the meadow

I am far from pride and 'I' and 'me', intoxicated with the wine of majesty

From the heart, the thought of a beloved suddenly raised its head

Like the moon from the horizon, like a flower from the plant

All the thoughts of the world run before his thought

Like pieces of iron in the attraction of a magnet

Bad rubies before him, stones, lions before him, wild asses

Swords before him, shields, the sun before him, motes of dust

The world became like Mount Sinai, every mote of dust filled with light

Like Moses, the spirit too fell unconscious from the encounter

Every being in its own union, in the union of its very origin

Dancing with tambourines towards non-existence, clapping hands in display

Verdant and happy is every herb, shouting every mote of dust

That patience is the key to relief, and gratitude is the key to contentment

The rose called out to the nightingale, "O, a hundred like me are sacrificed for you"

You were a guard, you became a sultan, how long will you play the tune of survival?

The needy particles have become supplicants, moaning in prayer

A lightning bolt has struck them, leaving them astonished by the prayer

Peace is the path of seeking, forbearance is the ladder of joy

And fire is the purifier of gold, and light is the purifier of devotion

Love is the lamp of the night, and separation is the cooker of the entrails

And union is the antidote to the covering, O you who walk upon my heart

The sun is from our horses, and the moon is from our guards

And love is from our companions, who knows what is in our heads?

O you who ask about his love, be generous with it, bestow it

All wishes are within his presence, at the manifestation, like a gift

O you who ask about my story of love, my share, my portion

And intoxication has consumed my sorrow, how wonderful for me, how wonderful

Victory is from your apples, and resurrection is from your mornings

The heart is from your spirits, in the cycles, an image of the millstone

Your winds polish the sight, your Jacob meets the gaze

O our Joseph in humanity, be generous with what God has bought

The sun bowed down, and the moon did homage with the eleven (planets)

Before you in wakefulness, as before Joseph in sleep

The origin of gifts, we have entered, the treasure of creatures, our palm trees

O you who, for love or intention, complain of the claws of intention