O heart, consume! For your consuming does many deeds.
The midnight supplication repels a hundred calamities.
Endure like a lover the reproof of the fairy-faced beloved.
For a single glance compensates for a hundred cruelties.
From the earth to the sky, everything will be unveiled
For the one who does the service of the world-viewing cup.
The doctor of love has the Messiah‘s breath and is friendly,
But if he sees no pain in you, whom should he cure?
Put your affairs in the hand of God and be happy.
For if the enemy does not show mercy, God does.
My sleeping fortune vexes me. Would a wakeful person
Pray for me at the time of the morning prayers?
Hafes consumed, but the scent of the beloved‘s tress he did not catch,
Perhaps the zephyr can lead him to this fortune.