1. I would beat the drums if I saw Shakib
And utter prayers until he is gone

2. He is my remembrance, my qibla, my imam
And my doctor when I call upon a doctor

3. If you could see me, I who yearned to kill myself
Out of separation, you would see a fierce old man

4. Who would not bow to any but you out of reverence
Nor desire anyone but you, O beloved

5. Do not blame, O Shakib, my infatuation
For it is the old man who is infatuated

6. How much wine have you drunk in the Shaykh's presence
And how much milk were you given to drink

7. Ask my prayer beads - did I glorify
Anyone in them but Shakib, Shakib?

8. And when love overwhelms the Shaykhs
I was the chief of the circle of Shaykhs

9. Return to us, for you have been away too long
Ride the lightning if you can mount it

10. And if you fear what is feared from the sea
Our hearts will be carpets for your feet

11. And we called upon the rug of Bilqis's companion
And he responded to our call favorably

12. And we ordered the winds to blow by your command
Until we see you near, O beloved