Come, for a saki with a rose-like face is playing on a lute. The air of spring has made the garden look as if it were a painting from Arzhang.

The tulip-bride has used for henna the beart’s blood of the spring. How greedily, how lustily, she hankers after colour!

The eye can grasp, with the aid of a hearty song, a meaning that is too big for the garment of mere words.

Look with the eyes of Love so that you find some trace of Him. To reason’s eye the world is nothing but illusion and deceit.

From Love learn how to act, and then do what you like; for Love is the quintessence of sagacity and sense.

Your final goal and mine are higher than the heavens. The sun is but a milestone on the highway of our caravan.

You have surpassed yourself, O water-drop. It were a great shame to get to the sea, and then not come up as a pearl.

You do not know your worth. The shining ruby is a mere stone: it acquires its preciousness from you.