Look at me, for I am your companion in the grave on that night when you pass from shop and home.
You will hear my greeting in the tomb, and you will know that you were never hidden from my eyes.
I am like reason and wisdom within your veil, in times of joy and delight, and in times of distress and fatigue.
On a strange night, when you hear a familiar voice, you will escape the snake's strike and the terror of the ant.
The intoxication of love brings gifts to your grave: wine, a beloved, a candle, kebabs, sweets, and incense.
At that time, when we light the lamp of wisdom, cries will rise from the dead in their graves.
The cries will dazzle the cemetery's soil, from the sound of the drum of resurrection and the pomp of revival.
The shroud torn, covering their ears in fear, what are the brain and ears before the blast of the trumpet?
Wherever you look, you will see my image, whether you look at yourself or towards that tumult.
Flee from squinting and make your eyes clear, for an evil eye will be far from my beauty that day.
Beware of mistaking my human form, for the spirit is very delicate, and love is very jealous.
What need is there for form if a hundred layers of felt are made, the ray of the mirror of the soul will manifest knowledge.
Beat the drums and turn towards the musicians of the city, for the day of the appearance of the lovers' path is true.
Instead of seeking morsels and money, if you sought God, you would not see a single blind person sitting by the moat.
Why did you open a gossip house in our city? Keep your mouth closed and be a revealer like light.