Shall I speak of your sugar-candy words?

Or the tale of the fountain of your life?

If you place your face upon my face, I will tell

For what reason the king made you checkmate

He cast a fire into your harvest

That from your own harvest, He may give your alms

He will make your vegetable garden green like leeks

So that He may buy back your nonsense

In the fire of love, like Khalil (Abraham)

Be happy, for He is giving you salvation

Your intellect saw the Night of Power and a hundred feasts

For your decree was torn by love

I swear by your subtle shadow

I do not swear by your essence

How can souls reach your essence?

Since they are drowned in your attributes

He made you flowing and prostrating like a stream

So that He may cleanse you of your sins

From every direction, He gave you affliction

So that He may draw you back to your placelessness

You said I would be silent, but you did not

Love is laughing at your steadfastness