By the God who was in pre-eternity living and knowing and omnipotent, everlasting,
His light lit the candles of love so that a hundred thousand secrets became known.
By one decree of Him the world was filled—lover and loved, ruler and ruled.
In the talismans of Shams-i Tabr¯ız¯ı the treasure of His marvels became concealed.
For from the moment that you journeyed forth, we became separated from sweetness like wax;
All the night we are burning like candles, paired to his flame and deprived of honey.
In separation from his beauty my body is a waste, and the soul in it is like an owl.
Turn those reins in this direction, twist the trunk of the elephant of joy.
Without your presence concert is not lawful; music has been stoned like Satan.
Without you not one ode has been uttered, until that gracious vision of yours arrived and was understood;
Then out of the joy of hearing your letter five or six odes were composed.
May our eventide through you be radiant dawn, O you in whom Syria and Armenia and R¯um glory.
زمین
