O healer of lovers, place your hand upon my chest so that I may elevate my fortune, wealth, and throne to the heavens.
Bind that chain around my neck and hands; do not recite spells, for with your enchantments, I grow more insane each day.
I wish to give a treasure of gold so that it may be a witness to my heart, even though my face, like gold, already bears witness.
And if you reject my witnesses, O cruel one, O sweet judge of fate, at least summon my testimony.
Without your kindness and affection, O Lord, why does my heart tremble? In longing for the dust of your feet, O Lord, why does my head spin?
Sit before me, show yourself to me, O essence of life, fill my heart; if I am a ship, cut my roots, if I am an anchor.
Sometimes I am in the orbit of fire, sometimes in the cleft of fire; the iron-hearted, red-faced wind comes from the blacksmith's forge.
Every day a new cup offers solace and peace; every day this love sends a message like a messenger.
Since I came under your shadow, I am like the sun in the sky; since I became a servant of love, I am the emperor and king Sanjar.
O love, how long will I describe you without a mouth? Sometimes I am a nightingale, sometimes a rose, sometimes Khidr, and sometimes verdant.