The collar of madness has become a chain, do not open the chain

I am entreating you, you lead the caravan

I am intoxicated, happy, and joyful by you, pregnant with your justice

If a pregnant woman bears a burden, do not blame the pregnant woman

Can any heaven prevent the cycle of travel from its head?

Can any earth prevent an earthquake from its body?

That king draws a figure, (his) heart in (his) palm like a pen

Renew Islam for a moment, master, release the herd

Whatever injustice the king does, consider it a blister on the king's palm

Whoever finds the king's palm will kiss the blister

The world is like a book, encompassing hidden decrees

Your soul is its title page, understand this matter

Be happy and sour, turn the water (of bitterness) and be silent

Release the bell of occupation from the donkey's neck