How manifest is the light of the Originator of all the lights.
The whole world is becoming as if it were a luminous mirror.
After looking at the moon yesternight I became extremely restless,
For there were some signs in it of the charms of the Beloved.
My heart wells up with passion for the eternal glory of my Beloved.
Do not talk to me about the facial fascinations of the Turks or the Tartars.
The fountain of the sun manifests Thy beauty, O Lord!
And every star is a symbol of Thy splendour.
None can find the limits of Thy Power!
Who, in fact, is there to unfold the secrets of this great mystery?
Without Thee, not for a single moment, have I peace within me;
(Without Thee) my heart sinks perpetually, like the heart of an ailing person.
Quickly find out what uproar is in Thy street,
Lest the blood of some lovesick (Majnun) be shed.