Come, the haven of the devout
is here.
Come, the Kaaba of pure lovers
is here.
Come to the tavern
of the heart-possessing mystics.
God is the cupbearer at this banquet;
the Almighty is here.
Don’t go to the monastery —
paradise is all they grant;
come to the quarters of the tavern-dwellers,
for God is here.
Don’t say that faithfulness and purity have vanished,
that compassion is lost.
Come, for purity is the code
and fidelity the custom here.
If you are fickle in your desires,
relinquish the desire for us;
but if you pine for God,
come, the remedy is here.
Do not wander about the world,
O love-sick one.
Come, the doctor of love bears witness
that the remedy is here.
Step into this sacred realm
with respect,
for the prayer niche and the sanctuary
of the purified are here.
If you wish to reach the shore of love
with ease, come!
For the ship, the captain,
and the ocean are all here.
Error cannot enter the precincts
of the people of God;
if you imagine otherwise,
that is the error here.
Don’t look down on
the khaniqah of the dervishes,
since Gabriel is in attendance
as a servant here.
New life is bestowed
upon seekers of the path of love;
let the destitute on the Beloved’s path know
their provision is here.
This is the assembly of intimacy
for those enamored with God;
the soul is enraptured
and the heart expanded here.
Love is beyond
what can be expressed, it is true.
But hush! The primary school
of God’s friends is here.
The dust of its threshold
can grant a whole world’s wishes,
for the sincere dervishes
leave tracks here.
Here, don’t speak
of “friend” and “stranger;”
know that every stranger
is a friend here.
The light-bestowing nature
of this khaniqah is envied by all,
for the place of martyrdom of Reza,
the King of Faith, is here.