Lightning flashed from above the throne
of the realm of possibilities,
and from its radiance was born
the form of created things.
With coquettish glances and amorous jests,
He gave the command “Be!”
and brought forth
so much beauty and grace.
From pre- to post-eternity
is less than a moment;
know that the premises and the implications
of all arguments make but one point.
From your point of view alone
destiny is fulfilled in time.
Created beings travel through stages
that are only in your mind.
Like children who build toy houses
with blocks of wood,
you construct a created world with your
observations.
Don’t confuse the toy
with the real thing;
don’t be infatuated
with flattery and praise.
In the eyes of the master of love
the intellect is but a child
who, from lack of discernment,
has become absorbed in illusion.
Burn the pages
and wash clean the notebooks;
all that has been compiled
still falls short of the dignity of love.
O Nurbakhsh,
whatever the intellectuals may write
is but the myth of idols
and their temples.
It takes a king of love
to behead the idols
with the sword of his jealousy,
and to cast them down.