You come from the path of the heart into the eyes, calling me an enchanter, telling tales of the passionate.
With a breath, you bring the heavens and the skies into motion; what is a mere understanding compared to your enchantment?
You wash away the sins of both worlds with a single repentance; why do you twist our faults around your finger?
In every corner, you have a Job, and in every direction, a Jacob; their love is broken, their belongings stolen from home.
Gracefully walk to the graveyard and call out to that garden: Rise, old dead, and dance, scattered body.
At that moment, the entire graveyard becomes like a flourishing city, everyone dancing, everyone joyful, fate having turned for all.
I do not boast of this in vain, nor do I weave fantasies; I have seen this a hundred times, I do not speak of the unseen.
Someone who speaks of escaping from people, saying, "I fled and left," speak truthfully if his collar is torn behind him.
Be silent and listen, O speaker, to the sorrow of the beloved with the lover, for as long as the seeker seeks, the sought will resist.