Your body is the 'Night of Power' from which fortunes are found

Your soul is the full moon from which darknesses are split apart

Perhaps (you are) the divine calendar in which horoscopes are (found)

Perhaps (you are) the sea of forgiveness from which sins are washed away

Perhaps you are the Preserved Tablet from which lessons of the unseen are taken

Or a treasure of mercy from which robes of honor are put on

How wondrous you are, the 'Populated House' whose circumambulators dictate (its virtues)

How wondrous you are, a prism from which syrups are drunk

Or that 'howless' soul that is beyond all these

In which contemplations and thoughts have come upside down

But the 'howless' easts have shone upon the 'hows'

Affection has gone astray on the subtle traces of you

(You are) a wondrous Joseph, like the moon whose reflection is in a hundred wells

From him, the Jacobs have fallen into the trap and the glory of nations

When he makes his locks a rope, he will cast them down from (many) things

He will draw them into the embrace of mercy, (and) deliver them from bewilderment

When (one) passes beyond bewilderment, (and) comprehends the attributes of that (one)

Be silent, for expressions and lessons have been much broken