What fear does the lover have of the path?

Since the ancient one is the lover's companion

What fear is there of the soul's departure?

For him whose companion is the God of the soul

He is on a journey, but like the moon

He resides in his own beautiful appearance

When does he wait for the breeze?

He who is lighter than the breeze

Love and lover are one, O soul

So that you do not think they are two halves

When the love of the lover becomes true

He is both his own benefactor and his own bliss

He in seeking such truthfulness

Is like leather before Canopus

When he went into the sea in this seeking

He is a pearl, even if he is an orphan

O eye, see generosity from Shams Tabriz

Do not say that Hatim is generous