I desire a spring from which all gain increases, I seek a beloved from whom the dead find peace.
I am a servant of the ocean of perfection, which is higher than any ocean; both stone and gem are granted grace by its virtue.
Each of the garden and the peacock is blessed by its beauty, it does not neglect the crow, even though it is unadorned.
If the form accepts deficiency, the meaning does not diminish; the lover is in ecstasy, even though in refinement.
Look within the soul, which is unaware of its height, even though within its form lies the house of impurity.
Shams of Tabriz, your presence is the fortune of the house, it illuminates the courtyard and is the concern of the roof.