You I choose, of all the world, alone;

Will you suffer me to sit in grief?

My heart is as a pen in your hand,

You are the cause if I am glad or melancholy.

Save what you will, what will have I?

Save what you show, what do I see?

You make grow out of me now a thorn and now a rose;

Now I smell roses and now pull thorns.

If you keep me that, that I am;

If you would have me this, I am this.

In the vessel where you give color to the soul

Who am I, what is my love and hate?

You were first, and last you shall be;

Make my last better than my first.

When you are hidden, I am of the infidels;

When you are manifest, I am of the faithful.

I have nothing, except you have bestowed it;

What do you seek from my bosom and sleeve?

पूरी दुनिया में मैंने तुम्हें ही चुना है

क्या तुम मुझे दुःख में छोड़ दोगे

मेरा दिल तेरे हाथ की कलम है

मैं खुश हूँ या उदास - कारण तुम हो

तुमने जो दिया उसके सिवा मेरे पास क्या है

तुमने जो दिखाया उसके सिवा मैंने क्या देखा

तुम्ही मुझमें कभी कांटा कभी फूल उगाते हो

कभी मुझमें गुलाब की खुशबू है तो कभी कांटे ही कांटे

तुम मुझे जैसा रखते हो वैसा ही हूँ

RUMI