Come, I have been freed from
the bonds of self-worship.
Come, it is the time
of love and union.
Once I’ve fashioned you into a mirror
to reflect the Beloved,
I will give you eyes
that can see God.
I know the road that those false claimants
would take you on:
it begins with suffering and leads only
to more suffering.
Our flower shop is filled with the roses
of Divine Oneness,
for we have spent a lifetime
gathering these blooms.
Whatever flower you seek
can be found in this garden.
Come! You will regret it
if you wander away.
The flower sold by the hand
of loving-kindness
deserves to be placed on the breast
and its fragrance inhaled continuously.
Nurbakhsh has the wealth
of purity’s wares,
while the bankrupt trader in spirituality
ends up only with his lament.