O you, by whose gaze both name and named become intoxicated

O you, Joseph of the soul, become from sugar-eating lips

What is it to us about the story of the cow that came and the donkey that went?

Come, the time is delicate, come back from that brawl

O king, you be kingly and arrange the feast

O soul, the blessing of every Wameq and Azra

You are both the nurse of souls and the stream of wine and milk

Both the Paradise of Firdaws and the green Sidra tree

We will not say other than this, and if we do say (anything)

The mean-spirited will say that it is impossible and nonsense

If you want me to tell (more), give that morning cup

So that the sky may come to dance, and a hundred Venus and Zahra (planets may dance)

Wherever there is sourness in the sorrow of the world

(Your love) roars and carries away our hearts from that place

Arise, in a miserly way, and close the door of the house

For where you are, the house becomes a rose garden and a desert

From where did this moon come, and what face is this face?

This is divine light, blessed and exalted be He

He is both powerful and dominant, and both the first and the last

At first, sorrow and passion, and at the end, the shining hand

Every heart that did not tremble for you, and every eye that did not weep

O Lord, inform them of this joy and spectacle

So that he may cry out in madness and come to the head of the street

Crying out, "My desire is my desire!"

That love will not leave him alone, so that he even scratches his head

Well done, what a chain, and attraction, and demand

Perhaps in the city, like me, a fool, love has not seen (anyone)

This love seizes me from above every moment

Every giving and taking that is from above is delicate

Whether it is a skilled separation or a beautiful blandishment