Who is this, who is this, this is the madness of lovers, the earth has become more beautiful in his light than the sky.
Is this the unconsciousness of souls or the jewel of mines, or is it the cypress of gardens or the image of the faithful spirit?
The intoxication of the world's soul, beloved of eyes and mouth, the ruin of trade and shop, the plunderer of piety and religion.
The sun and moon are ashamed of him, the heartless scatter jewels, for fear of him, the iron mountain becomes woolen at every moment.
The sun in his shadow has increased his wealth, a hundred moons in his harvest like the Pleiades picking grains.
In the name of God, O spirit of eternity, in the name of God, O sweet visage, in the name of God, O sun of the forenoon, in the name of God, O eye of certainty.
Come, give radiance to faces, come, water the field of the heart, take off your sandals and pass, sit on the crown of souls.
O our intelligence, go beyond yourself, O our ear, hear the good news, O our reason, become intoxicated, O our eye, see the fortune.
Job received a vision, Jacob received a son, the sun became the moon's companion, choose joy in the assembly.
I was sewing bags, burning with greed for gold, I will abandon poverty, for I saw a treasure in ambush.
O knight of the command, say, O intellect, the whole self, like a child who from childhood and ignorance bites his sleeve.
When the discerning sees him, his sight becomes a hundredfold, clapping above his head, he says, "O excellent helper."
In the shade of the lote tree, Gabriel's vision became familiar to man, no longer suitable for him was the feast of the fat calf.
He found the way to God's table, he received with the chosen ones, placing trays on palms for the scattering of the houris.
This letter of the soul's secrets, how long will you read and conceal, this letter flies openly to the hands of the companions of the right.