1. What is with my pimps and chains?
They have chained the doors of my sustenance,

2. And conspired, contracted,
And swore oaths of sincerity,

3. That if they leave me repentant,
From my lustfulness of all immorality,

4. And leave me exposed,
To people in east and west,

5. I have become a Sufi in poverty,
Pleasing them while my skin is torn.

6. My turban is my head and my skull,
Rubbing the ground while old age is my nature.

7. So I am the warner for whoever tomorrow,
Comes exposed to love someday,

8. How many nights have I wasted,
In which I lost my dignity and wasted my paper,

9. And got slapped when I got drunk
From a cup in which the beloved is served,

10. And when I get drunk, I
Am squandering my money and emancipation.