How can I resolve this problem of my heart
when the Beloved’s demand is so difficult?
Before telling me anything about Himself
first He makes me die.
The cupbearer won’t pour the wine of love
into the heart’s cup
unless one vows to renounce
both religion and reason.
No one is sober
in the tavern of Unity;
there, no drunkard will find fault
with other drunks.
Those afflicted with pain for Him,
never search for a cure.
His destitute beggar will never find
the comfort of a home.
In the land of lovers,
no enraptured one will gain subsistence
unless he first receives the command
for his own banishment and fana.
We saw that the Beloved was Himself the compensation
for those slain by love;
that is not to say that Nurbakhsh
will not demand a price from those slain by him.