غزل شمارهٔ 2613

How happy the day when you return from the road and shine in the window of the soul like the moon from above!

With that moon ever-waxing, devoid of all ornaments, you will adorn like the empyrean this earthly floor.

Many a fettered man of reason, who is escaped out of self; many a soul, which begins anew the rule of sugar-cracking,

Many a caravan without mount and provision will find, out of this six-cornered abode, the road into the placeless world.

Illuminate my soul, so that my soul says to my body, “Today regard me, you master of tomorrow!”

You are water, I am a stream; how should I seek to join you? The stream has no luster if you do not open the water.

You who are happy with being before—that is, being more than all; by Allah, so long as you are with self, you will not find repose from self.

I was seeking the heart; on the road I saw it fallen into this melancholy passion, itself like a man suffering from the bile.

Shams al-H. aqq-i Tabr¯ız¯ı, your separation has filtered me; you will see nothing but love, though you filter me a hundred times.