In this lodge of existence
we are but beggars of love,
servants of the world
and humanity — for love.
Our own feet can no longer carry us;
we traverse the path to union with God
only with His help and on
the feet of love.
We saw no purity
in the people of this age;
with heart and soul
we adapted to the purity of love.
Only with the feet of tracelessness
and the state of selflessness
may we reach
the divine sanctuary of love.
On the ark of hope we are caught
in the maelstrom of bewilderment —
our only hope is to be saved
by the captain of love.
Don’t ask us
about belief or unbelief;
on our path, unbelief is everything
other than love.
My heart is deeply saddened
by the impudent intellect’s realm;
O fortune, grant aspiration
so that I may fly in the sky of love.
In the house of “I” and “you,”
there is nothing but headaches;
one must take refuge
in the castle of love.
O Nurbakhsh, plug your ears
so that with the heart’s ear
you may hear
the call of love.