What is it that its reflection gave sweetness to the form?

When it is hidden, it is as if a demon gave birth to the form.

When it breathes once upon the form, the world is disrupted by love.

When it is hidden, sorrow enters, and you will not see the form happy.

If that itself is the soul, why are some souls heavy?

Many a soul that, like fire, will give the form to the wind.

And if it is that cunning intellect, why is an intellect an enemy?

For the evil trick of the intellect in the body lays the foundation of the form.

What does the perverse-reading intellect know? Do not ask it; do not grieve it.

The same grace and the same knowledge make the form the master.

What grace! What light! What presence! What distance!

Thus, being visible and hidden, it makes the form obedient.

It has drawn the world, making their bodies like souls.

For the sake of testing, it has made love the master of the form.

When I turned to Tabriz, I asked Shams al-Din

About that secret from which I saw the whole creation of the form.