If you are weary, O father, come towards my friend

So that the spring of souls may renew your heart

The scent of my friend's greeting, the freshness of my spring

(Like) the garden and flower and fruit of mine, the morning breeze brings (it) towards the soul

Intoxication and wondrous intoxication, existence and wondrous existence

Kingship and long-handedness, shouting, "Al-sala!" (A call to prayer or celebration)

Stamp your feet and clap your hands, put your hands on those two thumbs

Before his two beautiful narcissus eyes, see my heart slain

Living by love, I lift my head, why do you see (me) dragging my soul?

I am happy beside my friend, why, why should I wander aimlessly?

When the soul goes towards its homeland, water flows in my stream

Until the base nature, the chatterbox, goes towards the dunghill

Seeing the king from me (is like) the radiance of my wine

This homeland is very pleasant, I will not go from this abode

Our soul, a worshipper of joy, our intellect, a ruined drunkard

The cup of the soul in our hand is very pleasant, O God

Consciousness has gone, say, "Go," say, "Become a pledge for the prize"

"The day has become desolate," say, "Go," say, "Come without night and day, you come!"

My beloved goes intoxicated in (my) embrace and beside me

Say nothing, for my friend is generous and faithful

My soul's soul has come, the blindness of my enemies

The splendor of my rose garden, the adornment of the garden of contentment