O master, do you not see this day of resurrection?

This Joseph of beauty, this one with a beautiful stature and figure?

O sheikh, do you not see this pearl of sheikhdom?

This new radiance, this glory and majesty?

O leader, do you not see this kingdom of the soul?

This garden of fortune, this throne and felicity?

Is this joyful and pure-hearted one mad, you or I?

Share a cup with me, and let go of reproach.

O moon, that in (your) revolution never becomes thin,

The lights of your majesty have torn apart misguidance.

When you have seen running water, abandon dry ablution (tayammum),

When the feast of union has arrived, abandon asceticism.

If you show coquetry, you are raw; and if you endure coquetry, you are tamed.

In bearing the burden, you will find that beauty and grace.

Be silent, for silence is better than drinking honey.

Burn the lesson of expression, and leave (only) the gesture.

Shams al-Haq Tabrizi, O East of souls,

From your radiance, this sun gains heat.