O you who have taken the corner of fidelity, why, why?

Why have you turned your face away from me, who am weary?

Upon my heart, which is your place, the workshop of your fidelity

With every breath, why, why do you strike a spear wound?

A new pearl surpasses a pearl in the eyes of the beholder

Why, why do you carry away both soul and world?

(You are) the spring of Khidr and Kauthar, sweeter than the water of life

Why, why am I, from the fire of your separation, dry-mouthed?

Your affection was a hidden soul, your affection was without a trace

Why, why are there (now) images and marks of you in my heart?

(He) said, "I am the soul of the soul, do not covet seeing the soul"

O you who have shown your face, the image of the soul, why, why?

O you who are independent in light, and from you the stars are ashamed

Why, why is there so much doubt in the heart from the cloud of suspicion?