My heart’s passion for You allows
for no other desire;
it pines only to be sacrificed
in Your cross-like curls.
Moses, bewildered by the fire burning
in the Sinai of my heart,
does not even hope
for an ember.
Once we know You, we cannot know
anyone else;
in fact, when I look closely, there is no one
other than You.
In the field of Oneness I’ve set up
my pavilion of Unity.
Thank heavens! No mullahs or militia
are allowed there.
I am lost in the realm of bewilderment,
and in that desert
there are no tracks from any caravan
and no sound of the camels’ bells.
O worthless ascetic! Stop your
pretentious display!
A fly does not belong
in the realm of the phoenix.
The light that is bestowed
upon the firebrand rendan
will not illuminate the path
for every useless rascal.