When the Lover breathes, flames spread throughout the Universe.
One breath shatters this illusionary world into particles.
The world becomes an ocean from beginning to end,
and the ocean disappears in its majesty.
If this were made manifest for even one second to the people,
there would be no humanity left.
Smoke rises to the sky, so thick that no human, no angel can exist there.
Suddenly, the fires comes out of this smoke and covers the whole sky.
At that moment, the sky splits.
Time, space and existence all disappear.
An uproar fills the world. A wedding joy descends.
Sometimes, He puts fire into water.
Sometimes, water extinguishes the fire.
Sometimes, He blows the wind to send the waves of the Sea of Absence
to the eighth level of the Atlas sky.
Even the Sun loses its light because of the brilliance of a human’s soul.
Don’t ask the people anything about this.
Even one who is a confidant speaks little of this secret.
……..
In front of this secret, no illness, no remedy, no friend, no enemy remains.
There is no reed flute, no melody,
no high-pitched or low-pitched tune to be played.
Causes stay behind.
The Cupbearer gives wine to Himself.
The soul says, “God is great.”
The heart says, “God knows best.”
Get up. Look.
The Painter of Eternity has started to work again,
has started to design unmatched figures
on the clothes of the creatures He desires.
God starts a fire to burn all untrue things.
That fire burns the heart
and takes it to the middle of the Universe.
God is the Sun. The heart is dawn’s sky,
such a dawn that every ray of light
reflects on Edhemogul* and Jesus, son of Mary.
*Edhemogul (d.778) Life resembled that of Bhudda.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 52, verses 677-683, 688-691, pages 128-131.