Let's be companions, the two of us.
     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Let's be close intimates, the two of us.
     Lets go to the Friend, my soul.

Let's go before this life is over,
Before our bodies disappear,
Before enemies come between us --

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Come on, let's go. Don't remain alone.
Let's be a chisel in the Friend's hand.
The only stop will be our sheikh's station.

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Let's leave our towns and cities
and gladly suffer for the Friend.
Let's wrap our arms around our Beloved's waist.

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Let's not be bewildered by the world.
Let's not be cheated by its sudden dying.
Let's not sit together never touching.

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Let's give up this transient world
and fly to the lasting land of the Friend.
Let's give up all the playthings of the nafs.

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Be a guide to me on this journey.
Let's set our destination at the Friend,
Not thinking where we begin or end.

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

This world isn't everlasting.
With eyes half-open it is tempting.
Be a companion of lovers and a lover.

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Before the news of death reaches us,
Before the hour when he grabs us by the collar,
Before Azrail makes his sudden move,

     Let's go to the Friend, my soul.

Let's arrive at the Divine Truth
and inquire there about Reality.
     Let's take Yunus Emre with us --

          and go to the Friend, my soul.