All of man's fear is from within

But his awareness is always outward

He caresses the outside like Joseph

The inside is a wolf that intends blood

His gall will burst if he does not see

The inside, how ugly its shape is

He would die from that ugliness in one attack

But man is subdued by it

It has become an 'alif', it must be made a 'nun'

So that what is 'nun' becomes 'alif'

If not for the graces of God Himself

You would have seen what possibility of peace there is

Neither the world was bad, nor Adam was bad, nor the spirit

Which is pure and subtle and water-colored

That he had command and kingship

Do not think that this work is from now

I do not say that it was in the king's destiny

It was the truth, and a hundred times more than that

The lordship of Shams of Tabriz

Is beyond the seven azure spheres

Destiny is tamed under his thigh

Even though it is very swift and stubborn

When the Universal Intellect catches a scent of him

It is in madness from desire day and night

For the intellect has seen before his aspiration

That all high aspirations are base

Which way should I seek his service?

For his dwelling place is above the seventh heaven

Every difficulty that lions could not solve

For him, it is all play and enchantment

I did not say any secrets, so that you may know

These are branches from his very state

O Tabriz, your dust is kohl

For in your dust are wondrous arts