You ask me why, in my youth,
I became old?
I saw the stunning stature of that beauty
and was struck still.
Good news, O men of reason:
madness has passed all bounds!
Again I began a journey within myself
and was chained like a madman.
When I saw the destinies
of the world’s empires
I gave up my scheming
and followed fate.
What joy to be paralyzed by You!
You already know
it was Your charming spell
that conquered me.
The worldly dream, not needing interpretation,
left my mind;
I became freed from
wanting explanations.
You are the same now
as You were in the beginning,
yet I am the sign
whose interpretation is worthy of You.
Nurbakhsh, what sin is this
that you speak of yourself?
I am not to blame
if I seem to transgress.