1. I dreamt you had become a recluse
Like me, but in truth the chief of monks

2. As a flowing stream speaks of it
And the bird sings and listens

3. And scent leaps from the perfumer's shop
And the awe of the countryside in vegetation and in stone

4. Like a temple settled since time immemorial
As if each corner in it is a monastery

5. Whose gospels flutter between trees
Filled with rays or shaded with freshness

6. And in the smile of echoes and flowers
And in the passion of insects in their finery

7. All meanings for lovers and sleepless
And do not distribute the impure and pure

8. And art struts in melody and poems
And whims of the wicked do not divide them

9. And my seclusion is my glorification and my sacrifice
This beauty, companions on journeys

10. We have embraced guidance, but our Sufism
Surpasses Sufism in verses of remembrance

11. The delusions have passed of those who fancied
And claimed medicine kept them privy to secrets

12. For we are its righteous children, all of us
Under its protection, and it did not choose a preferred

13. And all who came to it are deserving of its bounty
And all who visited it are chiefs of monks