Yesterday, that Beloved put a golden crown on my head.
Go on. Hit me. It doesn’t matter how much you do.
The drunkenness of that wine won’t leave me.
The Sultan who sews the hat of eternity wears it at night.
He took it off of His head and put it on mine.
How could I say it will be eternal?
If I don’t have a hat or a head,
the moon will turn out to be my head.
A pearl shines better if it doesn’t have a shell for a cover.
Here’s my head. Here’s a big hammer.
If you want to try, hit it.
If that head were to be broken,
rest assured, I would be far sweeter
than the mind or the soul.
The almond which chooses its shell usually stays empty.
How could could such an almond taste my Prophet’s marzipan?
His marzipan is made with almonds and sugar.
It makes my mouth sweet and, at the same time,
gives light to my eyes.
Son, if you find what is inside of you,
you won’t look any longer at the shell.
If you were to see Jesus standing in front of you,
do you think you would be looking for a donkey?
How long will you talk about hats?
It certainly doesn’t matter if one donkey is missing
when there are so many donkeys.
Watch my great horseman. Don’t bother with a lean horse.
Power, strength and health come to the Lover
from the strength of the Beloved,
because the greatness of a Lover
comes from the greatness of my great, great God.
O One who has fallen Into all kinds of grief,
don’t say, “Ah, ah.”
Say, “Allah.”
O Joseph who is from the Soul, Don’t talk about the well.
Talk about glory and presence.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 81, verses 1004-1013, pages 193-194.