In the path of our beloved, there is no work for the fearful

All are kings there, there is no burden for the servants

If you are boasting, meaning 'I am fortunate'

In the presence of this fortune of ours, fortune is nothing but shame

If you are proud of your poverty, take your rags and go

In the presence of this sultan of ours, all that is nothing but a girdle

If you have become the light of God, go from east to west

For we have no concern for those lights from this attribute

If you knew the secret of God, go and be with the secret

For these secrets of ours do not have the nature of those secrets

Be honest in our path, and put this deceit aside

For this field of ours is not a place for the deceitful to roam

Shams al-Din and Shams al-Din, that soul of ours, now know

Except towards the path of Tabriz, our horse is not swift

I was intoxicated, I revealed my secret to the friends

For my consciousness is not a religion of torment

If you put a compass on your body to know our limit

Our limit, O brother, is not worthy of a compass

You are throwing dust, O idol, in our path

Throwing dust of two worlds is not our concern

The Sufis of love have another monastery

Our soul has no bowl and urine there

I sat at the bottom of hell, I gave up fortune

For we have no appetite for paradise and the righteous