I do not know why at last to have a longing look I dance, But I feel proud of the fondness that before the Friend I dance. Thou strikest the musical instrument and lo ! everytime I dance, In whatever way Thou causest me to dance, o Friend, I dance. Come O Beloved ! see the spectacle that in the crowd of the intrepid and daring, With a hundred ignomies in the heart of the market I dance. Blessed is recklessness that I trample underfoot the very many acts of virtue, Hail to piety that with the robe and the turban I dance. I am Usman e Harooni and a friend of Sheikh Mansur, They revile and rebuke and upon the gallows I dance
