O (you) who are happy that we are in your sorrow, O soul,

Both intimate with your love and intimate with you, O soul.

Both beholding your face and intoxicated by your wine jar,

Also washed (purified) by gazing upon your balcony, O soul.

You are the soul of Solomon, the resting place of the soul,

O (how) demons and fairies are enamored by your ring, O soul.

O (source of) the selflessness of souls in your beautiful appearance,

O (source of) the light of hearts in your breath, O soul.

In your love, I am intoxicated; in my head, I have (wine) from you,

(I am) full of joy from the beauty of your beauties, O soul.

You are the Kaaba of lovers, Shams al-Haq Tabrizi,

The Zamzam (holy spring) mixes with sugar from your Zamzam, O soul.