Let’s not just remain adoring
Let’s not just remain adoring,
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.
Let’s not die longing, imploring.
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.
Let’s leave this city and this land;
Let’s weep, shedding tears for the Friend,
With the cup of love’s wine in hand;
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.
From this world we’d better begone;
Why be duped, it couldn’t live on.
Let’s not be split while we are one;
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.
As I take the road, be my guide;
Let’s set out for the Loved One’s side.
Let’s not look behind or ahead;
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.
Before the news of death arrives,
Before my marked soul vainly strives
Or the Angel of Death routs our lives,
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.
Let’s go to the truly sacred;
Let’s ask for the news about Allah,
And taking Yunus on the road;
Come, let’s go to the Friend, my soul.