Finally, O beloved, is it not time for pleasure-making?

Finally, O mine of sugar, is it not time for sugar-sprinkling?

You are like the water of life, we are like a seed under the earth

It is time that you mix with us by your grace

If I rot like a seed, I will eventually become a palm tree

Because all things have become something from nothing

From now on, do not be sharp with me, O sword of God

Because from your grace, sharpness and sharpness have come from fire

I drew my soul before his love, he said, 'Where is something else?'

I said, 'Finally, O soul of the soul, it has become like this from nothing'

Since the eye of the form has inevitably become the veil of the eye of the heart

Shams Tabrizi has become the veil of Shams Tabrizi