The assembly is like a lamp, and you are like water; the lamp is ruined by water.
The sun has shone upon the gathering; depart from the midst, for you are as a cloud.
Sit not at the table, for you are raw; where is the smell of kabob, if you are kabob?
You went ahead, saying, “I am the chamberlain”; by Allah, you are not the chamberlain, you are the curtain.
Since chamberlains of doors have indications, they know to what door you belong.
You are mounted on a wooden horse and stupidly rush to the charge.
Either choose love, which is triple cash-in-hand, or choose abstinence, if you seek after the reward.
Sit and rise with the wakeful ones, for this caravan has departed and you are asleep.
Through Shams al-D¯ın you will arrive at the stage, and in Tabriz you will find the way.
