Where the news of union with you, that I can rise above life?
I am the holy bird who will escape the snare of the world.
By your grace should you call me your slave,
I would renounce the mastery of time and place.
O lord, send rain from the cloud of guidance
Before I blow away in swirling dust!
Sit at the head of my grave with wine and song
Until with scent of you, I arise dancing from my death.
Arise and reveal your stature, O sweet moving idol
So that like Hafez I might pass beyond life and world.
Although I am old, draw me this night into your tight embrace,
That in the morning I might arise from your side young.
