Mastân salâmat mêkonand (The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you)
Go and tell that lute player, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." And tell the water bird, The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you."
And tell that Prince of the cupbearers, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." And tell that Giver of Everlasting Life, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you."
And tell that Prince of loud uproar, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." And tell that Instigator of agitation and passionate love, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you."
O you regarding whom the full moon is ashamed because of the beauty of your face, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." And, O peace and quiet of the heart, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you."
O Soul of the soul, O Soul of the soul, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." O you who are like this and a hundred who are like that, "The mystic drunkards are giving (their) greetings of peace to you."
There isn't anyone here possessed of sober awareness of himself."The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." There isn't anyone more here other than one who is completely drunk. "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you."
O Desire of desires, "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." Quickly remove the veil from your face! "The mystic drunkards are giving their greetings of peace to you." (Джалаладдин Руми, Газель 534)