As long as the image of the friend's thought is with us

Our whole life is a spectacle for us

Where there is the union of friends

By God, the middle of the house is a desert

And where the heart's desire is fulfilled

One thorn is better than a thousand dates

When we sleep at the head of the beloved's street

Our pillow and quilt are the Pleiades

When we twist in the head of the beloved's hair

In the night of Qadr, our worth is upright

When the reflection of his beauty shines

The mountains and the earth are silk and brocade

When we ask the wind for his scent

In the wind is the sound of the harp and the oboe

When we write his name on the earth

Every piece of earth is a houri and a houri

When we read an incantation over the fire from him

From him, the fire is acid-faced

What story shall I tell that even on non-existence

When we take his name, it increases existence

That point where his love is

Is more full of essence than a thousand walnuts

And that moment when love showed its face

All these arose from the middle

Be silent, for the end is completely finished

The universal will is God Almighty's