1. My soul is content with what is ordained
So let others pursue the shooting stars

2. Each star I cannot be guided by
I care not whether it rises or sets

3. Each river from which I cannot drink
I care not whether it flows or dries up

4. What is tomorrow, O you who depicts it
For me it is something wonderful and strange

5. It has no eye nor trace
It is like yesterday which departed

6. Give me the wine if it is present
Then describe to me the cup and the draught

7. Your words do not quench my thirst
That it is pure grape juice spilling over

8. Verily, I feel no sincerity in it
It is something resembling a lie

9. It will not save the sheep from dying of thirst
That there is grass in the land of bliss

10. It is not incumbent upon one who cannot endure
To see whether the valley is illuminated or gloomy

11. It is no use to the bird in a cage
That the sky is more spacious

12. Cool me, O clouds, from my thirst
And pour down after it has departed

13. Or be unrelenting
As red hot coal, not clouds

14. And let me alone be its target
And let my soul be its fuel

15. I am of a people when they are saddened
They find bliss in their grief

16. And when an objective becomes difficult
They make light of what is difficult by leaving it