غزل شمارهٔ 2756

Union with you is the source of happiness, for those are but forms and this is reality.

Break not for a moment from your servant, for a ship cannot sail without water.

I am a faulty Koran but am made correct when you recite.

A Joseph alone, and a hundred wolves, yet he escapes when you are shepherd.

Every time you ask me, “How are you?” I am with tears and pale cheeks.

For the vulgar these two are tokens; what are signs to you who are without sign?

Unspoken you hear the discourse, unwritten you read the deed.

Without sleep you show visions, without water you drive on the ships.

Silence, have done with praises and petitions, for from the unseen has come thou shall not see me.