To the door of the tavern needy I have come,
To the disiples of the mystical path to perform the prayer I have come.
I have no idea of the hiding place of the mysteries,
To the Magian-elder's door, the owner of the mystery I have come.
I was expelled from your abode disgracefully,
From the desert with a heart sore I have come.
The Sufi and his own patched garment, the ascetic and his own prayer rug,
Towards the Magian monastery while playing music I have come.
With the sorrowful heart from monastery I went to mosque,
Hopefully with wailing I have come,
As the light of your visage as to make pandemonum in both worlds,
To each particle with a hundred billing and cooing I have come.