O idol, you are so delicate that you enter our soul, O idol, by your grace, come between us.
You possess a pure world, not bound to the earth, what if you enter our world for a while?
You are subtle and without a sign, hidden from the hidden, my hidden self will shine if you enter our hidden world.
O Solomon, you possess the language of all birds, what nectar you bestow upon lips if you enter our language.
In the world, you are the king, no one can draw your bow, I will fly like an arrow if you enter our bow.
Stride forth, Shams of Tabriz, for you are the true alchemy, all our copper will turn to gold if you enter our mine.