1. My soul is dyed with its body
And it is cast in a mold made for it

2. Every body has the dye of a soul
When it reaches perfection in its growth

3. O hidden fulfiller of truth, He is truth
No reasonable person deviates from Him

4. Intellects knew Him though He is hidden
As they became bound by His judgment

5. But unveiling is not done if
The intellect is not free of other than Him

6. And if it finds no origin in the universe
Every branch from it, ask to sever its affinity

7. The proof of God upon us has been stamped
So every proof became stamped

8. As it was made by Him it existed
And it was created for us and molded

9. The intellect arises, if it wants, over what
It wills or wills to refrain with its rising

10. Nothing remains but surrender to the intellect
So leave nonsense and barking

11. Unfortunate are judgments not by God
How long in doubts does it show its howling

12. Judgment is only from Him in everything
And all things are bound tight by Him