Since my beloved is this until doomsday

My task is to be ruined and intoxicated

I'm left without work or trade, this is my trade

O free one, strike gold, this is your dinar

Neither intellect nor discernment nor heart remains

What remedy is there? This is the deed of that sight

The hundred-petaled rose saw that beautiful face

It said to the nightingale, 'This is the rose of the garden'

Since the beautiful ones are shadows of the birds of the unseen

Come towards the unseen, this is the flight

Look repeatedly in that direction, rub your eyes

For this is the school and repetition for the soul

When he opened his lips, all souls said

This is the cure for the soul of every sick person

When they drank a cup from the hand of love

They became certain that this itself is the intoxication

You pawned your turban and robe for wine

This is the reward for the robe and turban

News came that Joseph went to the market

Lo, where is Joseph if this is the market?

He recited a charm and hid himself

This is the least of that swindler's tricks

I have no concern for the kingdom and wealth of the world

My religion, heart, and inevitable fate are this

If I bind my waist to anything other than love

I will be a Christian, and this is the girdle

I circled the pool and fell in

This is the reward for such an action

O heart, since you have fallen into such a pool

Your ablution is like the resurrection

You have sought the face of the king, this is checkmate

Since you stole, O heart, this is the gallows

Do not sit with yourself, sit with whomever you wish

Cut off the strangers from your self, this is it

Be silent, master, speak less nonsense

My heart is torn, and this is nonsense

Be silent and sink into this wonder

Leave the secrets, for this is the secrets