There is no heart
that cannot be set alight by His rays.
There is no soul
that cannot burn in His fire.
The fabric of reason
is of no use —
a heart torn by love
can’t be mended.
To gamble and lose to the beautiful ones
is gain indeed —
the commodity of love can’t
be hoarded.
With his intellect the scholar
can’t comprehend our world —
a hundred thanks that the heart’s mysteries
can’t be learned!
O pretender, have shame
before God!
Counterfeit goods
can’t be sold to everyone!
He can’t be called the “soul”
for He is the Bestower of soul to the world.
He can’t be called “body”
for that Spirited One is not a body.
His sun-like face
bestows light to the heart.
Truly, there is no heart
that cannot be set alight by His rays.