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

O master, do you not see this beautiful stature and figure?

The wall and door of the house are distraught and mad,

I am on the wall for the sake of a sign.

(He is) a moon that in its revolution never becomes thin,

The sun of his beauty has torn apart the darkness.

O master of good skirt, is the madman you or I?

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

Before you, many a lover sought miracles,

When (he) saw the face of the cupbearer, he sold (all) miracles.