Whether today or tomorrow, O master, we are from you.

My days and nights are illuminated by you. How elegant! How beautiful!

You are purely pure, beyond form, but from the radiance of your light

You display a form every moment, whether beautiful or sublime.

Since you have made the eyebrow thus, what Chinese-like images you have created!

You have made me without intellect and faith for that image and that Houri.

You say to me, "What love is this, which is neither high nor low?"

What a hunt without a bow! (What is this) within the wave of this sea?

O beloved of every saint, since you know, why do you ask?

That the secret of the Throne and a hundred footstools becomes visible and apparent from you.

You have struck a fire in me that has become the bedding of my soul,

So that fire becomes a beautiful flower, so that one becomes a hundred.

Send that love, the cupbearer; turn the eternal cup,

That from the mixture and encounter, I do not know its cup from wine.

Clarify this mystery; tell the master, Shams al-Din,

To the well-mannered Tabriz, take this precious point.