1. God is the Master of my dinars and my Master
With His eyes my morning in which I rise and my evening

2. I suffered from love of Her two fires, one
Between my ribs and another between my intestines

3. And I've burnt my tongue from explaining with it
So nothing expresses me but my gestures

4. Oh woe to my family! I've wasted away before their eyes
On the mattress and they don't know what my illness is

5. If your asceticism in the world were like your asceticism in
Uniting with me I would undoubtedly walk on water