Though I became a customer
of Your beauty,
It was You who made me yearn
to meet You in the first place.
When I saw Your seditious
and narcissus-resembling eyes,
I became afflicted
and kept company with pain.
I lost my self-existence
in Your district;
I surrendered my heart
and followed my beloved.
I surrendered myself joyfully
to both Your kindness and Your wrath
ever since you extracted
the confession from us.
Who am I
to negate myself?
Your manifestation
caused that negation.
Spiritual wayfaring and social conduct,
wayfarer and path,
are all illusions; I feel destitute
and weary of them all.
Pre- to post-eternity
is but one breath;
Nurbakhsh was heard saying,
“It is as if I never existed.”