The comforter of the heart is hidden from the tumult

Everyone has gone, and solitude has come forth

Lift this servant from the one drowned in blood

Give joy to my yellow face from melancholy

I made a sea of tears in my embrace

How can there be a spectacle if you do not come towards the sea?

When you saw your own face in the mirror

Where can there be a better spectacle than that?

I was wrong, you cannot fit in the mirror

From your light, all things become visible

That mirror is freed from the trouble of polishing

From your face, it becomes clean and clear

You are hidden like intellect, and everything is from you

Ruins, constructions, everywhere

Whoever takes a house near you

The roof of the Pleiades becomes low before him

What is the state of the body that is separated from the soul?

What excuse can someone bring who is separated from you?

What help will someone find from like-minded friends?

Someone who has become alone from the sweet soul

You are better than the morning for all creatures every day

You are better than sleep for the weak ones at night

I saw you in my soul and was saved

Like the lost ones, I do not say up and down

When you set the fire of love in the world

The world has become like a pot of halva

All beauty must be from you, moon and sun

All intellect must be from you, Capricorn and Gemini

The night became healing and comfort for creatures because of that

That your love bestowed love upon it

Creatures are like butterflies, and the day is like a candle

Which you have made beautiful from its own beauty

Any butterfly that saw your candle

Its night came more pleasant than the day in appearance

It flies around the candle of your beauty

It has no care for day or night

I cannot express more than this

I have said this much, the rest you say

Say the rest, O Shams al-Din of Tabriz

Who can tell the tale of the Simurgh of Qaf?