In pre-eternity no face existed
other than Your beautiful countenance,
and there was no direction to travel
except towards You.
You fell in love
with Your own face,
for there was no beloved
as lovely as You.
You saw plainly Your face
in Your own mirror,
untainted by tresses
and curls.
Even now, there is no beloved
separate from You.
Without You the world would
lack color and fragrance.
The image of existence came into being
through the curve of Your eyebrows;
if You didn’t exist, there would never be
any endeavor or seeking.
There is nothing other than You
in all manifestations of being;
no idol or temple would have existed
without You.
The bestower of light is none
other than You,
and this “I” and “you”1 is nothing
other than a pointless commotion.