1. Oh, if only true love would come my way
For my love is the living, and all else is dead

2. With it our lamp glowed bright
And it was the oil that fed

3. For it I built a Kaaba
And circled it seven times in pilgrimage

4. So O people of passion, make pilgrimage
To my heart, the home of love

5. For it we sacrificed our souls in Mina
And cast the embers of my worries

6. Apart from it the guided strayed
And I by its misguidance found guidance

7. It is the secure sanctuary for one who seeks refuge
With it I emerged when in it I disappeared