O cupbearer, fill a cup with the wine of truth,

Give (us) the divine wine for the roasted hearts.

Speak less of bread in the gathering of the intoxicated ones,

Nothing but water is suitable for the people of water (ascetics).

From your water and your speech, your body became ruined,

Adorn, O soul, this treasure of ruin.

Your love makes a rose garden of that salty earth,

Your wave makes a court of this cloudy body.

Increase our wine, close our sleep,

What news is there of the night for the people of sleep?

(One) who shares a cup with the angel is a guest of the divine,

The wine comes from the heavens for men of merit.

His truthful lip drinks from his cups and ewers,

In the jar of piety, you will find that pure wine.

How can the sober know the unconsciousness of the intoxicated?

How can Abu Jahl know the state of a companion (of the Prophet)?

God became the teacher directly for the Sufi,

(God) became the teacher of the book for the Sabian and the literate.

When you became intimate with the truth and passed beyond the intermediary,

Snatch the veil from the face of the beautiful veiled ones.

The denier who says in despair that you will not attain this,

The servant makes his path (even) from that "you will not attain" that was said.

He is neither a white falcon nor a sweet-singing nightingale,

The ruined world (is suited) for that ravenous owl.

Be silent and say no more; do not increase the noise and evil,

For a call will come from the unseen to the souls that are addressed.