In this crooked house, O heart, sometimes be straight

Go out, for the house is our house

Like the wind, you are sometimes hot and sometimes cold

Go where there is neither heat nor cold

You want to keep me hidden

I am day, and day is always scandalous

You are a water master who rules over the stream

The soul cannot fit into the stream, for it is a sea

You have wings and feathers like a bird

What care do men have for wings and feathers?

The impure in our stream is clear water

The fly on our yogurt is a falcon and a Simorgh

Hail, O sun of the placeless

That every atom is from the radiance of the Pleiades

Praise be to God, we leaped with His love

From this narrowness which is the mihrab and the cross

Take the drum and go to the market

Proclaim that Joseph is handsome

I tore the veil of reputation and hypocrisy

For my soul rose from its own soul