THE JESUS’S BREATH-LIKE LOVE
The nightingale due to the flower’s beauty a David-like song performed,
Within the sad heart its song caused recovery.
The cup-bearer to the soul of the lover from the sun's cup,
Whatever the fire of Nimrod to the soul of Khalil did.
I am the slave of that Beloved's love which is like Messias' breath,
That the felicity of her step [coming] burnt my existence.
About our distress whatever you heard is absurd,
Annihilating none by no one can be performed.
I boast of that passionate beloved with whose morning wine,
The unveilar of the face of the beloved and the pious was.
Look at the Friend’s power for out of His favor
He made the drunk a believer.