He said, “I am the fire which burns you.”
I answered, “Yes, but Your Love and Your sun are in my heart.
“If I smell one rose without Your Love,
burn me right away like a thorn.”
I keep silent like a fish, but I flutter like a wave, like a sea.
I have no constancy, no peace.
O One who seals my mouth,
pull my reins towards You.
What is Your intention? How can I know it?
All I do know is that I belong to this caravan.
I chew the cud of Your sorrow.
My mouth foams like a drunk camel’s.
As much as i hide and keep silent,
I am still bare and open in the temple of Love.
I am underground, like a seed,
awaiting the order of spring.
When spring comes,
I will breathe without my breath and scratch my head without my head.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 14, Gazel 133, verses 1480-1488, page 31.