Know that time is a picture of melancholy

Our true form is outside of time

For this time is a cage

Outside is all Mount Qaf and the Simorgh

The world is a stream and we are outside

Our shadow has fallen on the stream

Here is the secret of a difficult point

It is not here, but it is here

Do not laugh except in the face of the soul, O heart

Without Him, all laughter increases weeping

That is not a heart that is narrow

Because the heart is broad and wide

The heart does not eat sorrow, its food is not sorrow

The heart is a parrot, and how wondrously it seeks sugar

Make your head a foot like a tree

For your path is below and above

Although the branch looks to the root

That the strength of its essence is also from the foot