My life has passed in the great sweet pain of my heart.
My heart isn’t concerned about that sorrow;
it simply recognizes and accepts it.
I was sitting, waiting,
until I came to understand what my heart wanted.
Then, I started leaping with joy.
My heart had been running away from the circle of religion,
because its place is in the curls of the hairs of the Beauties.
I had been turning around the One who spins my heart.
He is the only One who can hear the yells
caused by the struggles of my heart.
At night, He took sleep away from my eyes.
I waited until morning so I could see heart’s face.
My body seemed destroyed,
as if it had dried up from bowing its head in prayer,
until I saw the height and stature of the heart.
That world is a spark of splendor from the heart’s sun.
This world is a drop from the sea of the heart.
Close your lips, because the yells and screams of my heart
are ascending to the sky without lips or tongue.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 74, verses 738-745, page 113.