For the lover and the thief, the night is wide and long. Come, let's arrange the night of the gypsy and the work of both.
I steal rubies and pearls from the Sultan's treasury; I am not stingy to steal the draper's goods.
In the veil of nights, the gentle thieves are those who cunningly find their way to the rooftop of the house of secrets.
I have no desire from the night for beauty and cunning, except for the king's treasury and the ruby of that delicate king.
A face whose splendor and grandeur leave no night in the world; what a lamp that burns the sun and creates the moon.
All the needs of the people are fulfilled on the Night of Power, for it gained that honor from a moon like you.
You are everything, and beyond everything, what else is there, so that anyone's imagination could partner with you?
Pass by and open these wide ears, for I will begin all the rare tales.
If you haven't seen Christ, listen to his enchantment; fly like a white falcon towards the drum of return.
When you accept the red gold coin of the king's seal, if not, why is your red gold so bitten?
When you became the treasure, you didn't know that wherever there is a treasure, it reveals the secret.
Bring the treasure and don't be deceitful, for you won't be saved by spitting, prayer rugs, remembrance, asceticism, and prayer.
You steal and sit in the corner of the mosque, claiming to be the Junayd of the time, the Bayazid of need.
Return the goods, then practice your asceticism; don't make excuses of weakness and don't lower your voice.
Be silent from excuses, for they won't buy a grain in this place from deceit and cunning.
Hold the hem of the fortune of Shams of Tabriz, so that your perfection may find its pattern from his sleeve.