Amir Khusraw - Master of the Ceremony

I know not of this lofty place, the night in which I was,
Sacrificial disciples whirling in elation, the night in which I was,
With a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form 

and tulip-like face,
Playing total havoc with the hearts of the lovers, 

the night in which I was,
God himself was the Master of the Ceremony, 

in His timeless court, O Khusraw!