Once again, I will reassess
my love for You;
I will inform everyone
of my view.
I will extinguish
the fire of separation in my breast;
I will put out of my head
the thought of union with You.
I will erase the words
“I and the Beloved”
and make “love” an epic
told beyond all horizons.
Through friendship with You,
I will shut my eyes to all else
and gaze on Your face
with Your eyes.
I will break the head and feet of seeking
with the rock of zeal,
and travel everywhere
with You on Your feet.
I will evacuate
the realm of “I” and “we”
and come to Your quarters
dead drunk.
O Nurbakhsh,
I will inform you about yourself
so that you will stop telling the others
what else you will do.