In the midst of the darkness, what is the light of your soul? It is the royal glory that appears in my heart, who is that?
It seems that the vision of the moon-like face is of the king, and that is the refuge and support on the day of poverty.
Such splendor, beauty, grace, and charm are the pride of souls; it is Shams of Truth and Religion of Tabriz.
The human soul cannot bear the explicit description of his attributes; what shines from his attributes is indescribable, my heart.
For the attributes of eternity cannot manifest in the transient world, a mixture that belongs to the mortal realm.
Where is that beauty which God painted with His own hand, or a painting that is like that of Azar and Mani?
Any eye that saw him and then looked at another, it must be stoned, for it is worthless.
Oh heart, in love, abandon the good name, for the beginning of love is disgrace and infamy.
In the sea of his love, the garment of the soul is a burden; seeking fame and bread in love is immaturity, my heart.
The love of the common people has this characteristic, especially this love that is from the assembly of Sam.
Oh breeze, bring me a gift from the soil of Tabriz, for in its honor, it is like a precious gem.