An Egypt That Doesn’t Exist

I have a fire from you in my mouth, yet I have a hundred seals on my tongue.  
The flames I have within can make two worlds a single morsel.  
If the entire world perishes, I possess the realm of a hundred worlds without it.  
Caravans carrying that sugar, I have set forth from the Egypt of nonexistence.  
I am unaware of the intoxication of love, whether I gain or lose from it.  
The eye of the body was radiant from love; until now, I have a radiant soul.  
I am not bound to a house, like Jesus, I have a house in the fourth heaven.  
Thanks to the one who gives life to the body, if the soul departs, I have the soul of the soul.  
What Shams of Tabriz has given, I have that stream within me.