Dancing to the Beloved's abode I have come,
Joyfully in search of the Tar's melody I have come.
The whole life's issue is worth waiting for your petty glance,
For that petty glance with a bawling heart I have come.
The wine from your delicate hand in this spring,
The soul is enlivening, that's why in this season I have come.
Where has the minstrel of love gone in this joyful time,
As for the sake of his jolliness intoxicated I have come.
Open the door of the tavern as from the lover's abattoir,
In desire of that tulip-figured I have come.
I tore the pretentious garment to be released from the snare of calamity,
I was released, then in search of the Beloved I have come.
For watching the purity of your face oh! the heart's Ka‘bah,
For the purity behind and towards the city of the Beloved I have come.