O friend, which is sweeter, sugar or the one who makes sugar? O friend, which is more beautiful, the moon or the one who creates the moon?
Leave the sugars, leave the moons; he knows something else, he creates something else.
In the sea of wonders, there is nothing but pearls, but not like a king who creates the sea and pearls.
There is another water from a rare waterwheel, without doubt and without sleep, it strengthens the soul.
Without reason, one cannot create even a bathhouse image; how is that knowledge which creates reason and awareness?
Without knowledge, you cannot extract oil from fat; look at that knowledge which creates insight from fat.
Souls are agitated, unfed and unrested, for the sake of a wondrous feast that is prepared at dawn.
O joyous dawn, which is the envy of every month, wraps its arms around my waist like a belt.
This sky laughs at the mustache of that captivated one, who makes himself a fool for the sake of two or three donkeys.
That donkey throws itself into gold like barley, unaware of the king who creates jewels from stones.
I have done enough, I have done enough, I have renounced the self; the beloved himself says, who creates sight from hearing.