O you who have been checkmated by the king of love

Do not be in anger and in recompense

Enter the garden of annihilation and look

In the soul of your eternity, there are paradises

When your face goes further from yourself

You will see beyond these heavens

The sultan of truths and meanings

And from the ancient light, canopies and banners

When it becomes manifest, do not seek miracles

For miracles were for the sake of signs

As long as the shore of the sea is visible, the flood is evident

When it is drowned, where is it? Alas!

We are checkmated by you, Shams Tabriz

A hundred services and a hundred greetings from the checkmated