My body, like dust, covers the face of my soul.
Blessed is the moment when I drop the veil off that face.
Such a cage is not worthy of a sweet-singing bird like me.
I must go to the paradise, for I am the bird of that garden.
It did not become clear why I came and where I was.
Alas! Alas! I am negligent of my work.
How can I soar in the space of the divine world while I am tied
To the body›s plank in this little house of compounds?
If the scent of yearning issues from my heart’s blood, be not surprised.
For I am the fellow-sufferer of the musk-deer of Khotan.
Do not look at the golden embroidery of my shirt.
Like a candle, many flames are hidden under my garment.
Come and take Hafes’s existence from before him.
For while you exist, none will hear me say «I exist.»