The knot of the curly tress of the beloved was undone,
The old pious like the young lover was disgraced.
I drank the wine drop from your glass of generousity,
It poured a fire into my soul which soul abrasive became.
Forget the Friend’s story for in his thought,
I will be affected with mental desease.
The good tidings of union reached the rogues of the tavern,
Suddenly the clamour, the dance and the joy it arose.
The fire His love, cast my soul and my life,
My soul left my body behind and Khalīl-like became.