Become the dust of him whose water of life is bright

Half a loaf of bread will arrive as long as half a soul is in the body

I said to him, 'After all, what are these many separations for one union?'

He said, 'Yes, I am a butcher, the throats are with the necks'

Yesterday I had gone to see the desert of the heart

That does not fit in the sight, what place is there to find it?

The intoxicated eye of the beloved is saying to my eye at every moment

That which is in my eye does not fit in two worlds

Go, become greater than two worlds, so that I may pour upon your head

That which is the soul of the soul for the heart and the sight for the eyes

Each particle lovingly beside its beloved

Strikes its side, for it is the time of marriage and dowry

In that joining, water and fire have become one

The bud there is hyacinth, and the cypress there is lily

Under their feet are treasures, and above are gardens

Listen from above, it is not the time to speak of below and above

If I do not speak openly, that is evident without description

Its taste is in the head, and its collar is on the neck

Shams Tabrizi, you are a sun, what can I say in your praise?

I have a hundred tongues like swords, but they are mute in your description