Although that master is sharp-eared

Contend with him, for he is a high-priced seller

I am deceived by his weak smile

I became safe because he is silent

Beware, for he is water under straw

He is a sea that is boiling beneath the straw

Wherever you go, caution is the key

What can you do here, where the lock is intelligence?

He looks at your face and laughs

Do not be proud, for he is a face-coverer

Every heart that falls into his grasp

Like a harp, is always in clamor

With all this, souls, like bees

Circle around him, for he is nectar

He is a lion that sorrow, from his awe

Resides in the grave like a mouse

Shams Tabriz is the day of cash

Why is the world in the talk of yesterday?