O Muslims, O Muslims, what should be said about a friend

Whose beauty makes a hundred paradises from half a thorn?

Places become without place, all lands become mines

When his love bestows honor upon a place for a moment

O Lord, what a light, bestowing grace upon every houri

That makes the water of life from a fiery face of kindness

When he unfolds his kindness, he brings thousands of new springs

What loss if, out of his jealousy, he disrupts a spring?

His beauty is the sun, the world is his veil

But who can see a design except the design and painting?

The beauty of the flower is a witness that the gifts are from the king

Even if the flower does not recognize the desire for harmony

If the flower had awareness, it would always be red and fresh

Because no harm comes to the life of awareness

Obtain a beloved, for your work is of this kind

Why should one surrender (their) soul to a beloved who does not surrender (their) soul?

From Shams al-Din Tabrizi, I am a messenger of bloodshed

For there is a love in my hand that is like the (sword) Dhu'l-Faqar