I told the Beloved yesterday, “O, peerless Beauty,
even the moon in the sky has become jealous of You and has folded in two.”
You were beautiful. Now, Your Beauty has increased a hundred fold.
You were the doorkeeper. Now, You’ve become a Sultan.
You resembled Joseph. Now, you’ve acquired the glow and manner
of the Prophet Muhammad.
O Beauty, let me praise You tonight,
because tomorrow, it will be impossible to describe You with words,
because tomorrow, if I even begin to describe You,
the Earth, the sky and tomorrow will disappear altogether.
Let me take this opportunity tonight. Let me be your servant, your slave.
Tomorrow an Angel will pass out of himself, and the Throne of God will be torn apart.
Suddenly, a storm breaks out, stripping away roof and all doors.
How could a fly venture to fly in such a storm,
when not even an elephant could withstand it?
Suddenly, His beauty, His light shines inside of this storm.
Every particle smiles with joy, with the light of that Morning Sun.
Those poor particles regain their beauty and charm
from the One whose face is like the sun, becoming attractive particles again.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 160, verses 3575-3581, pages 399-400.