Master, come, master, come, master, come once more

Do not refuse, do not refuse, O cunning moon, come

Look at the forsaken lover, look at the world full of passion

Look at the thirsty, intoxicated one, O king of intoxication, come

You are the foot, you are the hand, you are the being of every being

You are the intoxicated nightingale, come towards the rose garden

You are the ear, you are the eye, and you are chosen from all

You are the stolen Joseph, come to the market

Hidden from sight, O you, the soul and world of all

Come once more, dancing, without heart and turban

You are the light of day, you are the joy that burns sorrow

You are the moon that illuminates the night, come, O sugar-bearing cloud

O the new knowledge of the world, before you every intellect is a pledge

Sometimes you come, sometimes you go, arise and come at once

O heart stained with blood, how long will there be passion and madness?

The grapes are ripe now, do not press the unripe grapes, come

O troubled night, go away, and O unsaid sorrow, go away

O sleeping wisdom, go away, O awakened fortune, come

O wandering heart, come, and O torn liver, come

And if the path is blocked, come through the wall

O breath of Noah, come, and O desire of the soul, come

Come as a balm for the wounded, come as health for the sick

O moon that illuminates the face, seek flowing water in the heart

Seek the joy of lovers, come as blindness for the rivals

Enough, O speaking soul, how much more of this spoken language

How long will you beat the drum of expression? Come without breath and speech