As long as you are still aware of yourself,
don’t ask of my state;
don’t ask about the mystery of love
and the nature of this affair.
As long as your petty intellect
rules you,
don’t ask about the place
where love commands.
When you walk with sincerity
towards the lane of the Friend,
submit to instruction and don’t ask,
how and why.
Why do you try to trudge with your own feet
on the path to Reality?
Beware! As long as you’re a prisoner of self,
don’t ask about God.
This path cannot be traversed
with the motives of vain desire;
with this still in your mind, don’t ask about
the path and conduct of the friends of God.
Our feast of madness does not admit
rational people;
leave, keep away, and don’t ask about
where the mad ones drink.
Once Nurbakhsh lost consciousness
of self,
he said, “Don’t ask me about
the realm of ‘I’ and ‘you.’”