Since you do not have the strength of knowledge, open your eyes to the attributes

Since you do not see the placeless, see his light in the directions

See the houris, see the luminous ones, under this blue curtain

Muslims, believers, obedient, repentant

Each one playing with coquetry, and each one caressing lovers

Each one a candle adorning, and each one the morning of salvation

Each one with closed mouth, and hair-splitting in expression

Each one a sugar field, and each one a mine of sweets

Scatter the old soul and take the new soul

Stroll in poverty and take alms from them

Eat the milk of the soul from these Marys, since you are the second-born

So that like Jesus, you may be free from sons and daughters

Drag day and night like two madmen in chains

O you whose every day is like Eid and every night is Qadr and Bara'at

When the king showed his face, the horse accompanied the elephant

The poor intellect was checkmated, and the soul won and checkmated

Do not see lovers as foolish and babbling at the time of their rebellion

Mount Judi becomes helpless before them in stability

The soul of all professions is love, but he who

Does not see the vegetable garden of the heart, falls into nonsense

I became silent when I saw a speaker better than myself

I go to him and say, 'Kill me, O trustworthy ones'

When Shams Tabrizi opens his mouth like sugar

From joy, both the decayed and the repaired come into motion

Go, be silent, speak less, be active after this

How long will you say 'fa'ilatun fa'ilatun fa'ilat'?