You have (your own) work, O beloved, your value is indeed high, O beloved

We are all bound to you, (you are) a hunting lion, O beloved

Our beloved without malice, the candle of our heart and breast

In both worlds, in both abodes, you have (your own) work, O beloved

Every particle prostrates to you at your door

(We are your) servants and helpers, ah, what a helper (you are), O beloved

With every breath, I am more thirsty, bound by the hunger of the cow (a symbolic term for intense hunger)

(You) said that (even if I) drink the sea, I said, "I am still thirsty", O beloved

Whoever is not separate from you, by God, will not die

Even if death is (to come), it is before you, indeed, O beloved

I have no work or shop, I am without the world's work

Because I do not know any other occupation but (serving) you, O beloved

Whether it is night or dawn, I am unaware of both

Who is aware, what is the news, (what is the point of) counting the days, O beloved

My day is seeing you, my night is cutting off sorrow from you

From you, my night becomes day, like a bright day, O beloved

My garden full of blessings, my adorned rose bush

(My garden) has never seen and there has never been a spring like you, O beloved

(Even if you) turn my body to dust, (and) purify my dust

(You can) again paint me (as) a moon-faced beauty, O beloved

The philosopher will become blind, light will be far from him

The hyacinth of religion will not sprout from him because you deny (him), O beloved

The philosopher (sees) this existence of mine, (but) you, the gnostic, (see) my intoxication

The beauty of this, the ugliness of that, both are painted by you, O beloved