O heedless self, become obedient
What is this insane state of yours?
If there is a dream on this journey
For the end of your guilty conditions
Do you not know, as well,
The pitiful state of one who does not seek refuge in the Merciful?
It is time to draw near to the end
Beware, lest your self be unaware of its own intricacies
Free yourself so that you may become rosy-cheeked
Every particle of the path to union
Supplicate so that you may incline towards the Divine
In the path you tread, every particle of your existence
