Wherever I traveled. You were manifested;
Wherever I looked. You were revealed.
In ka'ba, idol-temple, synagogue, and church, I saw
All were searching for You, and to all You were a Friend.
For one who sees truly,
love's pain is itself the remedy:
But this mystery is revealed
only to those who are afflicted.
An entire lifetime we have remained captives in our own cage.
This much is clear: we cannot become settled in this trap.
Who am I to express my being before You,
To talk about my claiming to love You?
I have collapsed at the start of your lane - come!
I've lost the valley of 'i and You' - come!
In every place of passing, the trace of Your step is manifest,
And in desiring You, glances are cast in all directions.
When I sought to abandon my soul for the sake of Him,
He said, "That's up to Me; I'll let you, if I want to."
Come, so we can wash away the image of existence
and no longer speak of 'I' and 'we'.
Tonight, in love, we're going to the door of the Friend;
In madness, we're setting out in search of the Beloved.
For a lifetime, the intellect toyed with me on the Friend's path,
Trying to convince me with its lies that I was in love with Your face.
I'm all in a frenzy again
Ц that way, I swear by You.
I tear off the bonds You bind
me with, I swear by You.
"You haven't lost yourself completely yet."
I collapsed and died before his life-giving face.
"You're just a clever little man drunk on fancies and doubts."
I became an idiot, completely witless and out of touch with everyone.
Whenever I speak Your Name with my tongue
I travel a hundred miles in one moment.
There are five hundred steps and five more
that lead to the dark little cell
which houses the trace of the saint.
The Devil comes to those who grieve:
Once at the moment of first loss,
Again when yearning hearts seek God.
To God over
Hears and is heard.
Alone, I wept, that all the prophets spoke
in distant times and lands.
Alone, I wept, that I might never hear
myself the holy word of God.
When we meet, I
will be drowning
beneath the diversionary desires
of all my most oblivious years...
The magnet of oneness
attracted a heart of living steel
into the station of nearness.