The stability of life is that beloved

From whom that restlessness is established

Your madness has taken hold of me

For this madness is not the madness of last year

I am burning in new fires

What business do I have with friends now?

The inside groans from restlessness

It seems that it is the soul of the beloved

When your soul becomes tired of your friendship

It does not know that there is a thorn in its soul

You are in the stream, and the thorn scratches you

You do not know that a thorn has grown in the house

Run away from that thorn and go to the flower

For Shams al-Din Tabrizi is spring