I swear that as long as I am alive
I shall not feel offended by You;
I shall walk to Your district
and place my head on Your doorstep.
My hope of union with You
was a vain fancy.
How can a temporal being reach the Eternal?
How could I ever think this?
I shall not lament my separation from You
because You are completely faithful;
it is because of my heart and eyes
that I moan and cry.
Through Your eyes I search for
an image of Your face —
this is the sole token
of my tracelessness.
I have heard that You remember me
every moment
because I have kept the memory of Your face
in the core of my soul.
Through yearning, I became freed
from the memory of self.
How then could the house of my heart
preserve the memory of other things?
Since Nurbakhsh has no opportunity
to speak,
I will recount his state
on his behalf.