Imagination is limited for His Conception (8)
Not befitting for similitude in correction.
Shams (sun) of Tabriz is an illuminated soul, (9)
A sun himself, the beam of Whole (God)!
Looking at the face of Shams-ud-Din, the bright
The sun of fourth Heaven bowed its head tight.
His name has invited my respect, my delight.
I may take the liberty to praise; it’s my right.
My soul being alert in its firmament.
Smelling the perfume of Yusuf’s garment
For the sake of friendship, those years endure.
Kind and sweet states of ascetic I may explore
Listening to it, earth and Heaven may rejoice,
Reason the spirit of the soul becomes all eyes.
‘Thou art far from me, my friend,’ I complain
I’m but a sick man who’s away from a physician,
Importune me not, for I am the annihilated; (10)
Unable to cognize, there are raptures inflated.
The intoxicated declares what may (11)
Magnified or exaggerated is thus astray,
Whatever he says, the indecent and distraught;
Reckon it not, neither give it a thought. (12)
Me not in my nerves; how can I utter a word
In praise of  ‘Friend’ like Him I none behold
Verily, my singing praises is ‘naught’ in conception.
It reasons ‘I am’ and that is false, a  deception (13)
May I detail the bleeding heart and the separation?
Nay put off this matter till another session.
It said, “Feed me, I am the hungry one,” (14)
Time is a sharp sword; it spares none (15)

O friend! Sufi is cognizant of presence; he must deal (16)
He would not enter yester years, that’s not his meal.
Indeed, a Sufi lives but by his own condition (17)
Days, months, and years are but no restriction
Thou art not a true Sufi, perhaps!
Credit gives ready money a lapse.
Better to keep the secrets of  ‘Friend,’ I told (18)
However, the good heed moral of stories does hold.
Better secrets of Lovers as a story told
Revealing not the mystery they behold
He said, speak tightly, unfold the Truth straight (19)
Waste no time in frivolities; do not aggravate;
Reveal the guidance hints prophets took
Right Path (Deen) is obvious, like the Book,
Lift off the veil and speak out, for I may not.
Hide in the same coverlet my Beloved does hold (20)
Reckon! if she was ever to be exposed.
Nothing would last, you, the center or defining shore (21)
Press thy suit with due moderation.
Blade of grass can ever lift a mountain?
If the sun that illuminates the world around
Were to draw near, the world would be drowned! (22)
Let not world get a bleeding demise;
Close thy mouth and shut thy eyes (23)
Do not seek peril or bloodshed; do not ask.
No longer speak on the ‘Sun of Tabriz’ task