My drunken Beloved stepped out
from Her house;
my frenzied heart became
chained in madness.
Thousands of bewitching glances
darted from Her eyes,
and the hearts of the people had gathered,
desiring to fall under their spell.
Creation was unable
to fathom Her steps;
next to Her grandeur
existence seemed despicable and disgraced.
Myriad suns and moons
were bewildered on Her path;
heavenly spheres in countless numbers
followed Her steed on foot.
Her alef-like loftiness
raised the commotion of resurrection;
the back of the universe bent over
and collapsed like nun.
Every nimble-footed runner
had fallen over by the wayside;
the head of every exalted man
was bent low.
I, a needy, wretched lover,
was bewildered:
why was the Unique Sweetheart
revealing Herself to all?
In a state of rapture
Nurbakhsh was crying out
and his heart’s blood
was dripping from his eye.