I merged so completely with Love, was so fused with Love
that I became Love and Love became me.
That way, I was saved from instigations, from trials and tribulations.
Yes, with complete Union, a man becomes a complete stranger to himself.
There wouldn’t be any animosity if people could solve such a problem.
There is a sea that isn’t far from us. It’s unseen, but not hidden.
It’s forbidden to talk about,
yet, at the same time, a sin and sign of ungratefulness not to.
To talk about Him is like comparing Him to a human.
To keep silent denies His omnipotence.
This is a problem with no solution, a disease which has no cure.
You are the One who saves us, O One who offers kindness and favors.
The shapes, colors, smells of this world ask for His help every moment,
just like a baby who doesn’t know Him,
yet wants nourishment from Him all the time.
The heart is asleep.
At the same time, it is awake, boiling up constantly.
It is like a lidded saucepan which sits on top of the fire.
O One who offers divine wine without saying words to us!
Every moment a legend comes with a shout from out of that silence.
There are hundreds of pities in Your curse,
hundreds of generosities in Your greed,
hundreds of bits of knowledge in Your ignorance.
You talk silently, as one would surmise.
The words You say when You are silent
are heard by the ones who have fallen in Love and have lost their minds.
I am in silence, but I’m exuberant with You.
I resemble a sea with the most beautiful pearls.
Your Grace is doing Godliness, granting all wishes.
My God, help the one who is separated from You
to pass through himself.
O One who is our consent, our coyness, our origin and our beginning!
How can the father of an ordinary man know this secret of ours?
O One whose Love buys us and pulls us away from others!
O One who tears our clothes, lay Your hand on our torn dresses!
O One who sheds the blood of my mind and smuggles patience out of my Heart.
O One who merges with my soul, who breaks the soul of every shape!
If a bird flies away from the place where a lover was ruined
and finds that his prey is dead, it will keep tearing its coffin.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 97, verses 1203-1216.