"Istangiz"

You who desire, in the garden of desires you long,

In the meadow of longings, in the desert of separation you long.

Like Majnun in the wilderness of Farhad,

I too appear If they find them, call me to that wilderness of longing.

For the pain of love on my face, I am like a moth to the flame

You seek out a destitute stranger in a foreign land.

You seek to mock me, you whose heart is full of enmity

You seek to make me a spectacle to those who pass by.

My hair is tangled with love, my heart speaks of desire

Do not seek me, for I am lost in a state of ecstasy.

The dot of my longing marks the number of my devotion

You seek me out in the land of faithfulness and loyalty.

Navoiy left this world in agony, you seek him out

Whether in the world of man or in the kingdom of knowledge.