No joy have I found in the two worlds apart from you, Beloved. Many wonders I have seen: I have not seen a wonder like you. They say that blazing fire is the infidel’s portion: I have seen none, save Abu Lahab, excluded from your fire. Often have I laid the spiritual ear at the window of the heart: I heard much discourse, but the lips I did not see. Of a sudden you did lavish grace upon your servant: I saw no cause for it but your infinite kindness. O chosen Cup-bearer, O apple of mine eyes, the like of you Ne’er appeared in Persia, nor in Arabia have I found it. Pour out wine ’till I become a wanderer from myself; For in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue. O you who are milk and sugar, O you who are sun and moon, O you who are mother and father, I have known no kin but you. O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel, You are both stay and refuge: a name equal to you I have not found. We are pieces of steel, and your love is the magnet: You are the source of all aspiration, in myself I have seen none. Silence, O brother! put learning and culture away:
‘Till you named culture, I knew no culture but you.