Sounds are coming from the sky every moment, but no one hears them
except the Ones who are in a state of ecstasy.
O one who bends his head down like a donkey,
drink less of this water, eat less of this grass.
For one moment, lift your head up. Maybe you will see a sign or bit of proof.
Nowadays, the Cupbearer is opening the top of the jar of the sky.
He has an army of souls and flags thanks to that divine wine.
Where is that lion-hearted one in this world, that brave hero?
Who will meet him? That one will be brave enough to hunt lions.
The one who drinks wine with that brave Sultan has to be sultan.
What a pity it is that the ear which attributes a partner to God Is open,
but doesn’t hear the voice coming from the sky!
The soul which hasn’t received peace and Love from God,
what a helpless and lost soul that is!
Would it be possible that just one night you wouldn’t have the soul say, “O my God?”
That you would pull and free him from the dungeon of the body and be led to a large space?
When you untie the rope from your feet, you’ll fly to the sky.
Like the sky, you’ll be immune from wear and tear and all other earthly hazards.
You’ll be saved from the sword of death. You’ll join the Union of Soul.
You’ll be in such a garden that fall’s looting will never take place.
I’ll be silent.
The silence which Love would tell to Love, that would be a narration
which would feed the soul and have no end.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 145, verses 1911-1919, pages 362-363.