The thread of “I” and “you” can be
severed from the world.
O swift-winged bird,
the cage of the body is breakable.
O idle babbler,
what is this delay?
This blind alley of life is
no place to settle.
Pass from this world;
there is nothing to see here,
for it is but an empty promise,
a broken cup.
Your selfishness is the bait,
your imagination the snare.
How weary your body and soul are
from this bait and snare!
At rest is the Sufi who has become freed
from the fetters of “I” and “you.”
Yes, the way of safety is to become
free from these fetters.
The bird of the heart, finding the wings
and feathers of aspiration,
flew from its roof,
as it knew it should soar.
When Nurbakhsh separated
from all of creation,
he saw that a bond with “other than the Truth”
should not be made.