Your Beauty had no buyer
but You;
You were the sole customer — no one
was in the marketplace but You.
You fashioned a mirror
to see Your own beauty,
You saw there was no one yearning
to behold it but You.
You made the caravan of creation
appear from non-existence,
yet in that multiplicity
no one was there but You.
Your Being raised a commotion
like the trumpet blaring of resurrection;
we discovered that all was just imagined —
there was really no one but You.
All the atoms of the cosmos are roaming
in the sleep of non-existence;
no one is awake
in existence but You.
With the eye of my soul
I saw this truth:
since pre-eternity there has been
no one but You.
Nurbakhsh saw that
from pre- to post-eternity
there was never anyone manifest
in existence but You.