He who has been searching for You
an entire lifetime — is me.
He who has been enraptured
by Your face — is me.
He who looks with favor on everyone
in every place — is You.
He whose eyes have been fixed on You
everywhere — is me.
He who torments
the faithful ones — is You.
He who has loved
this habit of Yours — is me.
He who has ravished our hearts
with disheveled curls — is You.
He whose heart
has been bound to Your braid — is me.
He who displays
a braid of hair like a polo bat is You.
He who has been a rolling ball
at Your feet — is me.
He who has captured all
in the impasse of bewilderment — is You.
He who has been transfixed
by Your beautiful face — is me.
Nurbakhsh is the reed pipe;
his player — is You.
He who has always been
Your spokesman — is me.