I would willingly die a thousand deaths if by dying I could attain Thy most lofty presence.
If it were a cup of poison Thy beloved hand offered,
I would prefer that poison to the bowl of nectar.
I value the dust under Thy feet, my Precious One, most of all the treasures the earth holds.
If my head could touch the earth of Thy dwelling-place,
I would proudly refuse Khusru's crown.
I would gladly sacrifice all pleasures the earth can offer me,
If I could only retain Thy pain in my feeling heart.