To the tavern, lameniting and moaning, I have come,
Of the Sufi's trickery desperate I have become.
Tell the Sheikh "Close the door of school that I,"
With all your clamour and altercation fed up with the life I have become.
Unseal the jar oh! elder that at your court,
Joyfully, dancing, I have come.
No problem is solved unless by the beloved's coquetry,
At her door dishevelled state I have come.
Everywhere is the Beloved's abode as my beloved is everywhere,
Then from idole temple to Ka‘bah how have I come?
Reveal the mystery, open the knot, and solve the puzzle,
That from this desert exhausted I have come.
So as to move from nothing to everything,
Whimsically to covet the hidden treasure I have come.