In this valley, a sage I am looking for,
I have lost the way, a guid I am looking for,
Of the torn paper of mysticism there is no news,
Of the rogue's hidden place some news I am looking for.
There was no use of the patched garment, praye-rug and the position,
Of the rose-garden of her visage some fruit I am looking for.
There is no safety in this safe land,
In this safety land for a tree I am looking.
I left the tavern, idol-temple, and mosque,
Along the path of the love of your face, I am looking for a passerby.
I proceed a journey from nothingness towards everything,
I am treading the path step by step and looking for a companion.
You had said the love way is a dangerous way,
I'm in love that's why I'm looking for a dangerous way.
Within this ancient monastery my wings and feathers were scattered,
For my own shelter, wings and feathers I am looking for.