If anyone asks you about a nymph, show your face, for it is like this. If anyone speaks of the moon, ascend to the rooftop, for it is like this.
If anyone seeks a fairy, reveal your visage to them. If anyone mentions musk, let your hair down, for it is like this.
If anyone asks you, "How does the cloud part from the moon?" unfasten, knot by knot, the ties of your robe, for it is like this.
If Christ asks you, "How did he revive the dead?" kiss our lips before him, for it is like this.
If anyone asks you, "Tell me, how is one slain by love?" present my soul before them, for it is like this.
If anyone kindly inquires about my stature, show them your eyebrows, arched in a curve, for it is like this.
The soul separates from the body and then returns inside. Show the skeptics, enter the house, for it is like this.
Wherever you hear a lover's lament, it is all our story, by God's truth, for it is like this.
I am the home of every angel, my heart has turned blue. Raise your eyes and look joyfully towards the sky, for it is like this.
I have shared the secret of union with the beloved only with the breeze, until the breeze, in its purity, said it is like this.
Blind is the one who says, "How can a servant reach the truth?" Place in each hand a candle of purity, for it is like this.
I asked, "How does the scent of Joseph travel from city to city?" The scent of truth from the world of spirit, the air gave it, for it is like this.
I asked, "How does the scent of Joseph open the eyes?" Your breeze gave light to my eyes, for it is like this.
From Tabriz, Shams of the Faith, perhaps he will show generosity and, out of kindness, raise the head of fidelity, for it is like this.