1. Knock with your palm on an unbolted door
You were provoked only by the spirit of the hunt

2. And if you picked broadly in the paintings
The flower is not picked but from the branch

3. For in inclusiveness is a diffusion you cannot regulate
What was made to function in a thousand clusters

4. And the bees get from some of it what benefits them
And silk is seen only from the worm

5. And minerals are only from their derivatives
And water springs from the depths of stillness

6. Were it not for prophethood and sending intermediaries
Your Lord would not have been worshipped in the world

7. So I took shelter in the shade and its expanse
Hopefully I will see my purpose fulfilled through you

8. Were it not for titles, the angels would not have reached you
And the likes of you are titled over generosity

9. This is my choice, far be it that I fail in it
In assumption, even if my effort is not commended