Once again, that cunning beloved found me

Intoxicated, he was wandering in the market, he found me

I hid from his languid narcissus eyes, he saw me

I fled from the house of intoxication, he found me

What is my fleeing, since no one escapes from him

What is my hiding, when he has found me a hundred times?

I said, 'How will he find me in the crowd of the city?'

He who found me in the crowd of secrets

O glad tidings, that tale-telling glance sought me

O fortune, that artful curl found me

He seized the turban from the head of the intoxicated as a hostage

In the corner of the turban, he found my turban

I was removing a thorn from the sole of my foot

That cypress of two hundred rose gardens found me

From his rose garden, the beloved scattered flowers on my head

And that nightingale, that rare repetition, found me

I was lost from the heap of that moon like a measure

Today the moon found me at the bottom of the storehouse

Traces of my blood have dripped on every path

He was following me by the traces, he found me

Like a deer, I fled from that lion into the desert

That lion, at the time of hunting, found me in the mountains

He who goes to the sky and catches the deer

Found me with patience and deliberation and in due form

He put this finger in my mouth, and I was at the bottom of the sea

The hunter found me with a dragging thread

The cup that took sorrow from my heart, he gave it to me

The moment that that less troublesome friend found me

This heavy soul found lightness and flew away

For that heavy ratl, that light-hearted one, found me

Today there is no consciousness, no hearing, and no speech

For that origin of every thought and speech found me