Come, and without thinking of “I” and “we”
we will free each other of sorrow;
without rest we will bring peace to each other
and care for each other.
Through love, we will make fidelity
and compassion our watchwords;
separated from harshness and harm,
we will be with each other.
Without conditions or complaints,
we will sacrifice ourselves for each other;
without obligation and pretention,
we will be lovers of each other.
We will become strangers to everyone
and view our selves as insignificant;
we will clear away the dust of sorrow
and become friends of each other.
We will find our home
in the house of sincerity and purity;
without thought of name or position
we will honor each other.
We will fly with shared wings
to a realm beyond both time and space;
in the sky of the Truth
we will orbit each other.
We will pour wine from the vat of love
and fill each other’s goblet;
we will forever be the cupbearer
and drunkard, languishing for each other.
Ah, how sweetly a loving friend
said to Nurbakhsh:
“Come, and without thinking of ‘I’ and ‘we’
we will free each other of sorrow.”