This Love puts a tray on top of His head
and walks around from street to street, yelling,
“Wherever there is death, I will give life,”
adding, “No cheating, no deceit.”
He continues, “My favors turn Me into a full meal.
My kindness goes everywhere and never comes to an end.
Where is the beggar who would come and fill up his bag?
“I will overwhelm you sometimes with pearls and sometimes with poison.
Recognize Me. Get to know Me.
“You are like a grain in My hand.
If even a small grain comes and submits itself to Me.
I will turn it into a gold mine.
If there is a steep, bare hill, I will turn it into an endless sea.
“Poverty comes from you. Favor comes from Me.
Come and you will be satisfied, because I will give you fortunes.
I will put out hundreds of satins for such a silkworm
and dress him in hundreds of heavy royal garments.
“I wll give bountiful crops to the helpless one who has never sown or harvested;
I will give such feeling to the dervish who has neither suffered nor struggled.
“I will pour a fountain of sweets on the narrow heart of sugar cane.
I will put nice, happy thoughts in your mind.
“Ride your horse on the way of Love.
If your horse gets hurt, don’t worry.
You will find an exceptional, wild, unbroken horse instead of an ordinary one.”
Be silent, don’t say, “It is not like that.”
Don’t look for anything except God’s favor.
The sweetmeats of contention are overflowing from the pot to the fire.
To know of a certainty, see every particle from the light of God’s Shems of Tebriz.
Every particle starts talking if there is pleasure in talking.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 163, verses 3598-3607, pages 405-406.