O Universal Intellect, don’t keep creating figures.
O Universal Soul, break your pen.
O searching man, don’t look for footprints on the surface of the water.
O pure-hearted Lover,
walk like pure, clear running water,
because this still, waveless water adds Soul to souls every moment.
Don’t blame the still water for getting ripples when the wind blows on it.
Don’t blame the water in the creek.
It has no fear, no worries.
Look at the food in fasting.
See the design in emptiness, the shape in shapelessness.
There are hundreds of colors and smells in every shape.
There is a Garden of Eden In every tree branch.
That form which destroys all forms Is the source of soul and heart.
The body is melting because of its shame.
The soul has escaped to the harem.
Because of His wine and His wind,
many of His free creatures
hold their breath and keep silent, filling their bellies.
Are you talking about either the sea or the pearls?
Or, about, “Better judgement and fate will always prevail?”
You cannot solve anything with words.
Go, ride your horse under the flag.
Be aware that this is a funny, bizarre back road.
On this road, position and fame are at the bottom of the well.
When you arrive on the rough sea of blood,
look for the dining table of kindness Inside of the blood.
There is water in the fire.
Fire is hidden in the water.
The soul is full of joy inside of His fire.
The soul falls in sorrow when it plunges into His water.
O One who gives all blessings, keep our feet grounded on top of dissent.
All comforts are discomforts without You.
All health is illness without You.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 74, verses 931-940, pages 179-180.