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.

But how can I even speak of Your love when I am but a shadow
Created by Your light, a candle caressed by Your flame?

I existed only as ripples upon the water's surface, a pattern erased
By waves of the ocean of love, which washed away my false image.

I have taken refuge in God from both reality and appearance,
Leaving it to Him to solve the puzzle of my existence.

Once He saw I needed neither this world nor the next,
He ravished my heart and soul with His coquettish charms.

On my journey towards Him, I trampled upon both worlds:
Faced with my fearless onslaught. He finally took my hand.

How can I set out on the hajj intending to see You
When the heart is my ka'ba, not some stone in Arabia?

I have told you about Nurbakhsh, and the ups and downs of love's path,
So you will know that He alone has been the reason for my triumph.




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