Good news, friends! I am freed
from the bonds of “I” and “we”;
in His inner chambers
I became privy to every secret.
I have forgotten the fables
in the book of reason;
I am a love story,
and I originated from love.
My head was filled with desire
for the crown of madness,
so I joined the lovers who have lost their hearts
and gambled away my life.
To hear graceful words
from that blossom-like mouth,
I kept company
with the beggars at His door.
O Beloved, I am the same silent lover,
separated from You —
it is only for You and through Your expression
that I have become so eloquent.
I have no interest in
the art of poetry —
it is only out of desire for You that I have spent
a lifetime composing such rhymes.
Through the Beloved’s breath
Nurbakhsh was singing drunkenly:
“Your words have been flowing from my mouth
ever since I became intimate with You.”