All the calls of sweeter love, the omnipotent call

The all-powerful call of all calls is sweeter than love,
And I am ready to conquer one love!

Love is a mihrab of the winds, to the zenith of the ascended,
And death will dry up the world without the waters of the land of lovers.

Be a slave to love, there is no other concern.
What other light will shine for the valiant?

All lies, one love is an unquestioning decree,
And in the world everything is a game that is outside the game of love.

Whenever the soul of the worlds was without love, -
Who would this round-the-world roof mature alive?

Who freezes without love, but hears reproach:
He is dead, although he was full of life a hundred times.

Though over love, know, divination does not have power,
Before the divination of love - your soul is weak.

No, no grains sprout without love,
Only in the house of those who love it is calm and spacious.

Without the flame of love that all living ones honor,
Clouds do not cry and roses do not bloom.

Do not consider your heart the ruler of the soul:
The soul of the soul is love, hurry to find it!

O mortal, call your mind to meditation,
And you will comprehend: the world is built on love.

When power arose in the heavens of love
She created the earth for us to exist.

Blissful ardor was dear to me in life, -
And I sold my heart, and I bought my soul.

From the conflagration of love, I threw smoke across the countries,
And I covered the eyes of reason with fog.

I girded myself on fire - and comprehend
Love will be able to the world that hears my cry.

He is not for the despicable! My verse does not grieve about them.
It serves as a sweet-reading, demanding one.

Here's a tale, but the scribe will distort my poems.
I am afraid: the scribe will ascribe his sins to me.

Nizami (translation - K. Lipskerova)