You are the thorn on my way oh sheikh go,

Oh the conivet, rogue, don’t block my way, go.

You are my guide, oh! the immature guide,

Oh! the traitor sufi don’t stand in front of me go.

Oh, you the one who is involved in his own desires, you the monastery dweller!

Leave the row of the beloved’s face lovers, go.

Oh you! the calandar-like, holding wine in hand, wearing patched garments upon the shoulder,

Take off and leave the polytheism soak, and go.

The house of Ka‘bah whose servant you are now,

Oh! You the crook, the satanic servant from this palce go!

Oh! You holding pen in your hand, critic, dirty felon,

Put down this pen stop tormenting people, go.

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