ASCENDANCE OF THE SOUL
If towards the beloved’s alley a passage is opened
If my sleeping fortune for an instance with me is concordant
If the morning breeze blows towards the beloved’s abode
If the sad heart with the sypress-like is confidant
If the reed from the lover’s heart tells a story
If the grieved heart with the sympathetic is accordant
If Solomon shows mercy to a weak ant for its sorrow
Before the pious eminent and exalted will be
In the hope of seeing Him I dovote myself, I die upon His arrival
If He opens the door for me if He coyly comes back
Shadow me oh! the sypress of the garden of kindness
So my soul can get ready to fly ou of this world