In this stream, the heart is like a ruined water wheel

That wherever it turns, water is before it

And if you turn your back to the water

Water is rushing before your face

How can the shadow take its life from the sun?

For its life is in the hand of the sun

If the shadow stretches its neck

The sun's face is veiled at that moment

O, the sun that this sun before it

Like mercury, is in agitation from danger

The moon is like mercury on the hand of a paralyzed person

Except for one night, it is in pouring out

In every thirty nights, two nights it is gathered and thin

The rest it suffers separation, separation is torment

Although it becomes wretched, it is fresh-faced

Laughing is the habit and custom of lovers

Zayd dies laughing, also laughing

For his return is towards his laughing fortune

Be silent, for the calamities of insight

Are always from questions and answers