If Eve had known of your color

She would have made herself barren from your shame

If the blackness of your soul were perceptible

The whole world would become a black man from your rust

You are that snake that stone is withheld from

No one will crush your head except with your own stone

If you fall into the sea, O hypocrite

From your ugliness, even snakes and whales would not eat you

You tell me to look at the meaning

Let go of the form of your image and your leopard

What can I say to you, O deceptive image?

What meaning can fit into your narrow soul?

The air of Shams Tabrizi is like Jerusalem

You are that pig that your Frankishness will not accept