Who am I to assert myself
before You,
or to talk to anyone
of my love for You?
I am that zero
that is counted as naught;
considerations of inner journey and outer conduct
no longer apply.
I am too lowly
to even make known that I am naught;
don’t ask me to observe the secret
and prevent its revelation.
From pre- to post-eternity
there is clearly one Being alone;
if I talk about body and soul,
it is all just a fiction.
I have seen plainly
that He is both the idol and the idol-worshiper.
So why should I speak
of the idol-breaker?
O mullah, I cannot discern belief from unbelief!
Be silent,
or I might divulge your secret
in public.
I have had no news of Nurbakhsh
for many years,
and have forgotten
how to be conscious of self.