The countenance of God, is the face of Vahid

Like Ahmad is character and manners of Vahid

Grasping the rope of Vilayat is found successfully,

Our hearts stuck to a single thread of the hair of Vahid,

In the empty house of my heart with God,

There is nothing but my conversation with Vahid,

On the Resurrection I lift my head from the earth,

Like Majnun, I search for Vahid

Even in that moment that Jacob is not thinking of Joseph,

I long for Vahid,

My heart will not die until eternity,

As I have gained life from the scent of Vahid,

The heart beseeches the Deyr eh Moghan,

Wine from cup of jug of Vahid,

When Vahid makes me drunk in Unity,

There I rest my head on the path of Vahid,

I will drink the wine of Salasbil and Tahur,

As our drinking place is the stream of Vahid,

I flee like the liberated from the gardens of heaven,

To see God, I go towards Vahid.

From the day of Azal he was the religion of Sadr,

All in love with the face of Vahid.