At dawn, I was telling the wind the tale of longing

The response came: Trust in the divine kindness

The morning prayer and the night's sigh are the keys to the treasure of purpose

Follow this path and method, for it leads to union with the beloved

The pen did not have the tongue to retell the secret of love

The explanation of longing is beyond the limit of words

O Egyptian Joseph, who became arrogant with power

Ask your father in the end, where did the love of sonship go

The old and charming world has no inherent mercy

Why ask for its love, why bind your ambition to it

O bird of fortune, how long will you covet bones

Alas for that shadow of ambition you cast on the unworthy

If there is any profit in this market, it is with the contented dervish

O God, make me wealthy in dervishhood and contentment

They dance and boast to the poetry of Hafez of Shiraz

The black-eyed Kashmiris and the Turks of Samarkand