O light of Moses' face, do not blind Zipporah!

You have placed such a love that its light (gives) sight to the seeing eye.

I am, O lightning tamed by you, for your hunting and snare

Sometimes on the corner of your roof, sometimes I have taken the desert.

What does the helpless snare know of deceiving the wandering bird?

What does the Egyptian Joseph know of the sorrow and pain of Zuleikha?

Seize the collar and drag here whomever you wish

For I am the snare, you are the hunter, what hidden craft (is this), O friend?

I am ruined like the city of Lot, I am bewildered like the eye of Lot

I seek a cause to inquire about, (but) I do not have the courage and strength.

If Attar was a lover, Sanai was a king and superior

I am neither this nor that, for I have lost head and foot.

I have one sigh from which this sigh will burn my plain and tent

I have one ear that I have dedicated to the king, the sugar-seeker.

Be silent! In silence, the soul draws it like amber

For its soul is prepared for the upward struggles.