My lips are as sweet as sugar, worth a treasure of jewels, but I have no jewels, he said, "If you don't have them, buy them."
Make a trap from my jewels, and if you don't have them, borrow them. You have made a mistake, lover without wealth and gold.
You have come to gamble, bring a purse full of gold, or else go away and take your troubles and hardships with you.
We are highwaymen, we tear clothes. If you are one of us, come in, break the bowl, and drink from the jug.
We tear everyone's trap, we eat everyone's wealth. We are more delightful than all, blind and deaf to every blind and deaf.
Others are donkeys in clothes, others are clothes-tearers. Clothes-tearers will remove the mustache of every donkey in clothes.
The mustache of Pharaoh's body is torn by Moses' soul, so that the whole body becomes soul, and every hair becomes a creature.
On the path of his lovers, recognize the saffron face, know the jewel of love as tears, and the atlas as the blood of the liver.
What is the price of a face like gold? Tell me, the ruby of the beloved. What is the price of tears like pearls? Tell me, that gaze.
I am a servant of that cupbearer, forever enduring. Our world remains, while the worlds pass by.
Whoever is born, dies, and surrenders the soul to the guardian. The lover is not born of anyone; love has no father.
If you are not of this path, sit back like the nape. If you are not the nape, come forward like a shield.
Like an unaware shield, come forward and see, from the gaze of the friend's wound, the informed are unaware.