Which is the path I came by?

That I may return, for the work is raw

A moment's distance from the beloved's street

Is forbidden in the religion of lovers

If there is anyone in the whole village

By God, a mere gesture is enough

How can a sparrow escape when the Simorgh

Is bound by this wondrous snare?

O wandering heart, do not come this way

Sit there, where the place is pleasant

Choose that delicacy which increases the soul

And seek that wine which is lasting

The rest is all scent, image, and color

The rest is all war, shame, and name

Be silent and sit down from your feet

Since you are intoxicated and this is the edge of the roof