I am that lover of your love who has no other task than this, for those who are not lovers, I have nothing but denial.
I seek no heart but yours, I do not turn towards others, I do not smell the flowers of every garden, I have no interest in any thorn.
I brought faith to you, my heart became Muslim, my heart said to you, "Oh soul, I have no beloved like you."
When you are my eyes and tongue, I see no duality, I read no duality, except for one soul that is you, I confess to no one else.
When I drink your nectar, why should I sell vinegar? Why should I strive for sustenance when I have no income?
I eat my fill from the sugar table of the Sultan, not from the feast of the devil, I have no need for lunch.
I do not worry, I do not worry, I do not speak of asceticism, look at my face like gold, even if I do not have much gold.
The king of hearts does not grieve except for the sweet sorrow, why should I grieve in the end when I have no grieving heart?
For every fearful and secure one, I would explain, but I have no inner speech for speaking.
You who are without the mark of madness, tell me how you are, for I have no trace of how and why anymore.
When the moon of Shams of Truth and Religion rose from Tabriz, I have no commander for this moonlit night.