1. How long my running is,
And my running was to my beloved,

2. A resolved matter,
And the secret of my secret and my love.

3. So whoever comes wanting
To understand its ways,

4. And get a little bit of my purpose,
By it the fates of people are written.

5. Everyone is standing still,
By God, he does not come out with his tricks,

6. Do not be fooled,
Ignorant of its first wick,

7. And if it remains ablaze,
And cuts off passages,

8. It says what is behind the shelter,
Revolving in my belief,

9. And that state is the state of every manifest one.
Every knower knows,

10. That he is no reaches,
And is not content with whatever he found,

11. By him realized,
And crosses his mind to narrate,

12. With his imaginary desire,
Like Layla's madman in every valley,

13. Crying and weeping the pain of distance,
If you could see me complete,

14. When he took me gently,
Dying from him,

15. And he did not neglect me,
While I sing him,

16. I witness his manifestation in my secret, my purpose,
And I delight in my nearness to him in the heart.