I am the cry of ecstasy, I am the daring of a drunkard.
Where can I go, even after drinking, when I’m still unsatisfied?
I am the flame of love, I am a catastrophe.
I am the tear of remorse, I am the rarest gem.
I am ruby of the heavens, the treasure of empires
When will the mortals see me for what I am?
I am a glowing candle, I am a trembling fire.
I am the burning pain of separation, and the home of the beloved
Whose desert of memories am I? Whose ocean of tears am I?
I am the radiance of Mount Sinai, my form is like that of Moses.
I am the embodiment of beauty, I am disheveled tresses.
I am the flower, I am the dew, I am the appearance of the beloved.
I am Wasif, a sacrifice, I am the heart of the gathering.
I am a broken heart, I am desolation in the city
I am the cry of ecstasy, I am the daring of a drunkard.
Where can I go, even after drinking, when I’m still unsatisfied?