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O idol, you are so subtle that you enter into our soul; O idol, by the right of your grace, pray enter amongst us.

You possess the true world, you have not your home on earth; what would it be if for a time you entered our world?

You are subtle and without mark, you are hidden even from the hidden; this hiddenness of mine shines forth when you enter our hidden part.

Since you possess the speech of all birds, Solomon, what honey you impart to the lip when you enter our tongue!

In the world you alone are king, no one draws your bow; I will fly like an arrow if you enter our bow.

Parade forth, Shams-i Tabr¯ız, for you are the touchstone of God; all our copper turns to gold when you enter our mine.