Since looking, all good qualities are within the heart

And all these shameful qualities, their mine is water and clay

From desire and lust, O soul, water and clay become a hundred

The difficulty is abandoning this desire, and it is the revealer of every difficulty

And this procrastination for its abandonment is the repeller of a hundred ailments

When the ailment goes from you, then moving from station to station is easy

But make a condition with yourself, so that you do not break a condition

Otherwise, the ailment remains, and your cure is obliterated and vanished

When your nature becomes accustomed to its harsh condition, after that

Hundreds of thousands of soul's harvests are obtained from within you

Then this iron heart becomes a mirror for you, so that

Every moment it shows a face, the face of him who is lazy

Then it becomes your musician in pleasure and also your cupbearer

That trust, when it is carried, is the carrier of the soul

After that, you become free from occupation and also from idleness

That treasure which is very obscure becomes famous through you

Even if you eat sweets, your soul will not become sweet

Its taste is a flash as long as it is in the eater's mouth

If this blind and deaf nature is not, then how was it tested?

Since this is a veil and barrier, how is it inclined to that side?

But nature has originally grown from pain and sorrow

In pursuit of pain and calamity, the lover is without gain

In the humility of your nature, see the head of pride

And in that arrogance, there are countless similar humilities

Every saying of nature, you have given it bad nurturings

Make an explanation and interpretation, and know that this is without a barrier

Know that each verse is the beauty of another verse

With the confirmer of this path, the travelers are occupied

And if you have fear of demands from witnesses

Ask God for the sweetness of death, for that is the appointed time

Suppose a different pain on each side, then go

Except towards the directionless, for the other is fruitless

You come to the trust of a snake in pursuit of another snake

You will see the sorrow of snakes, for this is like a chain

So that you do not say that the snake has a venomous excuse for itself

And then it accuses you that this is also false

From the discourse of Shams al-Din, that pride of Tabriz, the purity

That temperament of his must be warm, for this is not the work of a weakling