1. My heart is enamored with Salma's face, suffering,
And her love has obliterated all traces of my existence,

2. So my friend, talking about others distracts my existence,
Comfort my heart by mentioning the yearning lover,

3. For his mention has always been my soul and delight.
Who do I have that floats in his dreams

4. Like the full moon shining from its pure clouds?
So sing to me his name and articulate his signs,

5. And distract my worries with a portion from his wine,
For being near the Almighty has brought me closer.

6. By God, O sparkler of secrets, stop for a moment,
For the universe is light and whoever plays sees darkness,

7. I wanted guidance, so take from it a spark for me,
And set down my luggage at the monastery gate, seeking

8. Rest, so the keeper of that monastery drew me near.
The sun of meanings shone in the orbits of highness,

9. And the story of passion spread among the passionate,
And beauty overpowered people with its rulings,

10. And for me its temple appeared veiled
After it was hidden from me in my body.

11. The poetry of feeling imitates the sting of a snake,
So if each soul called to it, it would sting,

12. But our reality is what You have created,
Impregnable to join except for a youth it deprived,

13. In love, its meaning is that he longs for another.
She transcended highness because of her great pride,

14. And the universe disappeared in the lights of her rising,
I am truly transient in my love of her,

15. I reproached her, so she erased me when seeing me,
And my erasure by her was originally my essence.

16. Not absentminded of her manifestation like one awakening,
And the heart is comfortable through her O purity of its drink,

17. She has removed for us all ambiguities,
And if I explained what she specified for me,

18. All in existence would one day make me insignificant.
Upon creations, beneficence with bringing into being,

19. When she manifested, and on the face of pleasure a mark,
From foreigners, the command of passion is incomprehensible,

20. I long for her while she camps in my interior,
And her light apparent between my eyelids.

21. I rode the yearning in her deserts loftily,
And the universe’s heart flutters and ebbs from her,

22. O you who blame me for passion, blame me tomorrow in wonder,
And how can the gaze from her become veiled?

23. And her beauty meets me in all creation.
Prolonged ecstasy from me is summarized,

24. And all passion is confined in the heart,
O people, I am victorious over strangers,

25. If her essence is absent from me, then I have vision
That sees her charms in every human.

26. She erased all fantasies and doubts from me,
When she manifested with a command beyond doubt,

27. And I have not ceased being vigilant in her,
There is no contrary in her love that constricts me,

28. She is the wine, and all creation are my cupbearers.