1. O my soul, this is the abode of loved ones
So forget your torment in yearning, and my torment

2. And be joyous like the dawn in this fever
And shine like wine in cups

3. And let good tidings wipe your tears
As the morning wipes away dew from plants

4. And regain the era of cheerfulness and contentment
For time has returned, jesting and coquetting

5. I am among my friends whom I love
How beautiful is life with friends

6. I used to be like a bird imprisoned
In a cage, and like a star behind clouds

7. Extending its wailing in the wings of darkness
And my reproach lengthens in the ear of time

8. And I shake my pens until they ooze sharpness
And sorrow, and my book flows with tears

9. Until I met you, so I spend the night as if
For my joy, I regained the prime of my youth

10. Devotion is not that you spend the night atop mountains
And go around in tattered clothes

11. But it is awakening a tortured soul
From the shackles of pains and ailments

12. Devotion is not isolation and asceticism
In a monastery, or in the desert, or in the forest

13. Rather, it is controlling desire in a world
In which misguidance is the cause of most causes

14. And snares of the devil in its edges
And money in it is the greatest of lords

15. This is the right opinion, and anything else
However it appears good to people, is not right