Thou art yet region-bound, transcend the limits of space; transcend the narrow climes of the East and the West.

For selfless deeds of men rewards are less mundane; transcend the houris’ glances, the pure, celestial wine.

Ravishing in its power is beauty in the West: Thou bird of paradise, resist this earthly trap.

With a mountain-cleaving assault, bridging the East and West, despise all defences, and become a sheathless sword.

Thy imam is unabsorbed, thy prayer is uninspired, forsake an imam like him; forsake a prayer like this.