1. I did not weep in Mansur's assembly
Yearning for Paradise and the maidens

2. Rather, my tears were for shedding tears
To protect my soul from every danger

3. Tongues strain in describing him
To the point of incapacity and falling short

4. The tongue falls short in description, but this
My soul ransoms with its best effort

5. Better than Mansur's assembly
With sticks and tambourines

6. The yield of heavenly lights
Paired with sanctity and purification

7. Its essence is spirit, and its states
Are compiled from the exudings of light