O Son!
I got a fire of your kind in my mouth
Can't tell how that fire burns me
As my tongue is sealed with hundreds of locks
I got such secret flares and flames
That they can swallow both of two worlds instantly
Why worry about this world getting completely destroyed?
I got hundreds of secret worlds
O Son!
Let tears keep flowing from my eyes; let them never stop
Why would I keep my head (on my shoulders) from now on?
What I drink is blood of liver
What I eat are trouble and sorrow
My meal is cooked in all sorts
In the kitchen of my soul
O Destiny!
May you stop functioning; may you crumble forever
Since you have set me ablaze from inside and outside
The burden of grief I carry
Cannot be endured even by destiny itself
None like me has been seen in this valley of suffering
O Muhibbi (Suleiman's nickname)!
There is no remedy for this sorrow until death
No surprise if my tears add up
To become ocean henceforth
