Someone asked, 'Which is the path?'

I said, 'This path is the abandonment of desire'

O lover of the king, know that your path

Is in seeking the pleasure of that noble one

When you seek the desire and will of the friend

Then seeking your own desire is forbidden

The whole spirit became the love of the beloved

For this love is the honorable of the hermits

His love is not less than the top of a mountain

For us, the top of the mountain is this perfection

The cave in which the beloved is, is love

The soul's order is from his beauty

Whatever gives you purity is right

I do not specify which one it is

Be silent and be with the elder of love

For in both worlds, he is your leader