As soon as from the existent world into non-existence we crawled,
We heartily cut off from everything but the beloved.
Tell the caravan “Come back, cease your journey to ka‘bah”,
We saw the beloved intoxicated, out of the house being intoxicated.
Why do you call “Here am I” on the ignorant campanions!
We heard “Here am I” from the wine goblet in his sanctum.
Oh modest sufis! How long will you be covered?
The self-covering in non-existence we splitted.
Oh the chamberlain of the Ka‘bah draw off the curtain,
For we unveiled the heart’s Ka‘bah.
Cup-bearer pour the wine into the cups of the rivals,
The love wine from her hand we tasted.