THE SOUL’S CONFIDENCE
To whom should I say my heart’s confidence, for I have no confidant,
Why should I look for the soul’s confidence, to me no door is open.
As much as you can, ogle! As far as possible taste,
Any lovers I saw was in love with this coquetry.
Never expect me to be within the circle of the sufi and the monastery of the monks,
Lack of wings and feather bird can't fly with rook.
The lovelorns are unable to discuss with the men of the reason,
The heart-bereft with the obedient suit not together.
Sacrifice yourself to the beloved and be ready for dying,like a soldier,
The one who does not sacrifice oneself to the beloved, soldier is not.
The beloveds' love has deep root within the soul from the beginning,
The love had no ending as it had no beginning.
I drank this misery from the jug of calamity,
This calamity until the beloved's union exists.