Will I happen to leave this residence one day?
I fly from this world and within the eternity world I nest.
Would it come that time that within the beloved's candle being?
Burnt-feather and wings I consume like moth in the night.
I turn away from the tavern and the monastery,
To the soil of the cup-bearer of the tavern I genuflect,
It was not aquired by the Sufi and Sheikhs preaching,
To a frenzied and lovesick idod I approach.
Your tress and your lip’s mole are seed and snare how;
The bird of the heart from these snare and seed can I release.
May it be that from this idol temple I expel,
I leave this strange house blind fast flapping.