I too am a mad lover in this world of mad love in the madest way.
I Shall leave you a story from the store house of thought in the most thoughtful way.
This city of thieves has been stolen from by their brother-hood.
I too am seeking for a stranger from among the strangest men, in this strange world, in the strangest way.
The whole world playing the same strange note of the same musical mystery.
So little insane man, what are thinking in this world of insanity in the most insane way?
Beloved's eyes so enchanting, so divine; stab the weak heart, unarmed.
This must be too, some strange tool from beloved's strangest weapons.
Yon nightingale, when she embraces beloved fire, burning her heart.
There must be such a lover among these lovers with the loveliest of faces.
These wise men with wise sayings. Do I care about them? They know not even where they stand.
The man I admire must be somewhere, the sanest one among the sanest saints with the fairest face.
These long lost people, looking for someone to walk beside, to guide and to live with for an eternity.
And I, I'm seeking for (something) human-like, from among those (who are) human-faced, in a human way.
By my father.
Translated by me.