I saw how good Your pledge was
in Your faithfulness;
I am content, heart and soul,
with whatever You wish.
I have surrendered myself and
all thoughts of possession or lack;
out of desire for You I have cut myself off
from everyone.
I, like the cup, am delighted with
whatever You pour in me;
I smile whether You give
or withhold.
Whatever my heart beholds,
You are what it sees,
since everything other than You has been erased
from its view.
Without security my heart risked all
to buy You with the currency of love;
it had to give the world and all existence
to meet Your price.
People say that the Kaaba
is Your abode,
unaware that Your footprint is everywhere
and You are in everything.
If for years there has been no news
of Nurbakhsh
it’s because he’s been residing
at the threshold of Your palace.