O moon! Your beauty is the dignity of creation; circumambulating the earthly sanctuary is your old habit. (Earthly Sanctuary: Metaphor for Earth.)

This something like a spot which appears on your breast: Are you someone’s Lover? Is this the Longing’s scar?

I am restless on the earth; you are impatient in the sky: You are also in search, I am also in search.

Man is the candle of the congregation which is also yours; the direction in which I am going is also your destination.

The one you are searching for in the stars’ silence; perhaps is concealed in the commotion of life.

It is standing is the cypress tree, is sleeping in the verdure: Is singing in the nightingale, is silent in the flower bud!

Come, I shall show you His luminous cheek in rivers’ mirror, in dew’s looking glass.

In forest, in mountains in everything only He exists; In the heart of Man, in your cheek only He exists.