غزل شمارهٔ 1590

Since my sun and star arose higher than form, I am happier to go from realities into realities.

I have become lost in realities—so it is sweeter; I will not return towards form, I will not look upon the two worlds.

I am melting in meanings till I become of one colour with Him, for meaning is as water and I am as sugar.

No man’s heart wearies of the life of his own soul; naturally in view of this reality I will not recall form.

I stroll from garden to garden with the spiritual ones, graceful as a red rose and fresh as a nenuphar am I.

I am as a wave to the body’s boat, I break it plank by plank; I smash myself when I am anchor to myself.

And if out of hardness of heart I am slack in my affairs, swiftly out of the sea surge my flames of fire.

I am laughing happily as gold amidst his fire, because if I emerge from the fire I congeal as gold.

From an incantation like a snake I have put down my head on his line—brother, what will fall on my head from his line?

I was weary of form, I came towards attributes; each attribute said, “Enter here, for I am the green sea.”

Shams-i Tabr¯ız, I have a realm like Alexander; consequently out of grace I am army-leader towards the armies of meaning.