O lovers, strive, for when the body and soul are no more, your heart will soar to the heavens when the heavy body is no more.
Wash your heart and soul with the water of wisdom from the dust, so that the eyes of longing do not turn towards the earthly realm.
Everything in the world is not, but love is the soul of it; apart from love, whatever you see will not remain eternal.
Your nonexistence is like the east, your death like the west; towards another sky, which does not remain in the sky.
The path to the heavens is within; flutter the wings of love. When the wings of love grow strong, the sorrow of the ladder will not remain.
Do not view the world from the outside, for the world is within the sight; when you close your eyes, the world, the world will not remain.
Your heart is like a roof, and the senses are like gutters; drink water from the roof, for the gutters will not remain.
Read this entire poem from the tablet of your heart; do not look at my language, for lips and language will not remain.
The human body is a bow, and breath and speech are its arrows; when the arrow and quiver are gone, the function of the bow will not remain.