I have left behind my friends and homeland
and have chosen
the dark night
as my intimate companion.
Through remembering the Friend,
I abandoned the restless crowd;
I am tranquil now, at rest
in the lap of silence.
I am a stranger to acquaintances
and no longer conscious of myself;
I spin in orbit
on the other side of the cosmos.
Like Moses, I am lost
in the valley of fana,
searching in bewilderment
for the flames of a fire.
Like one who has been left behind
by the caravan,
I look everywhere
for the dust cloud left by a rider.
I was an image on water,
then the wave of fana surged;
I have taken to my heels,
running from the ocean.
I have lost Nurbakhsh,
yet I do not seek news of him
so no one can tell me
that I am in pursuit of something.