آمد بهار ِ جان‌ها ای شاخ ِ تر به رقص آ چون یوسف اندر آمد، مصر و شکر! به رقص آ ای شاه ِ عشق‌پرور مانند ِ شیر ِ مادر ای شیر! جوش‌در رو. جان ِ پدر به رقص آ چوگان ِ زلف دیدی، چون گوی دررسیدی از پا و سر بریدی. بی‌پا و سر به رقص آ [instrumental] تیغی به دست، خونی. آمد مرا که: چونی؟ گفتم بیا که خیر است! گفتا: نه! شر! به رقص آ از عشق، تاج‌داران در چرخ ِ او چو باران آن جا قبا چه باشد؟ ای خوش کمر به رقص آ [instrumental] ای مست ِ هست گشته! بر تو فنا نبشته. رقعه‌ی فنا رسیده. بهر ِ سفر به رقص آ در دست، جام ِ باده آمد بُت‌ام پیاده گر نیستی تو ماده، ز آن شاه ِ نر به رقص آ [instrumental] پایان ِ جنگ آمد. آواز ِ چنگ آمد یوسف زِ چاه آمد. ای بی‌هنر! به رقص آ تا چند وعده باشد؟ و این سَر به سجده باشد؟ هجر اَم ببُرده باشد رنگ و اثر؟ به رقص آ [instrumental] کی باشد آن زمانی، گوید مرا فلانی ک‌ای بی‌خبر! فنا شو! ای باخبر! به رقص آ طاووس ِ ما درآید و آن رنگ‌ها برآید با مرغ ِ جان سراید: بی‌بال و پر به رقص آ [instrumental] کور و کران ِ عالَم، دید از مسیح، مرهم گفته مسیح ِ مریم: ک‌ای کور و کر! به رقص آ مخدوم، شمس الدین است، تبریز رشک چین است در بهار حسنش، شاخ و شجر به رقص آ Spring has come, oh vibrant soul, dance away! Like Joseph’s arrival, rejoice and dance away! Oh king of love, nurturing like a lioness, Oh lion, roar with passion, let the soul of the father dance away! When you saw the mace-like curls, like a spinning ball, You cut off your feet and head, dance away without feet and head! With a sword in hand, bloodied, he asked me, “How are you?” I said, “Come, for it is good!” He said, “No, it is evil!” Dance away! From love, the crown-bearers become like raindrops in His sphere, What matter is there for garments? Oh lovely waist, dance away! Oh intoxicated one who has become one with existence, The parchment of annihilation has arrived, for the journey, dance away! In hand, the cup of wine, my idol has come on foot, If you are not material, dance away with the masculine king! The end of war has come, the melody of the harp has arrived, Joseph has emerged from the well, oh ignorant one, dance away! How long will there be promises? And this head, should it remain in prostration? Has separation taken away color and effect? Dance away! When will that moment come when someone says to me: “Oh, ignorant one, become annihilated! Oh, knowledgeable one, dance away!” Our peacock will emerge and those colors will shine, It will soar with the bird of the soul, without wings and feathers, dance away! Blind and crippled is the world, the remedy is seen through Christ, Mary, mother of Jesus, has said: “Oh, blind and crippled one, dance away!” He is the master, the sun of religion, Tabriz is the envy of China, In the spring of His beauty, trees and branches dance away!
