Go wherever the reed player
of love calls you.
Go wherever you smell the fragrance
of love and fidelity.
In the realm of love there’s no difference
between khaniqah and tavern.
Go to any school that teaches you
the abandonment of carnal self.
It has never been love’s custom
to wear white.
Follow the path that your heart tells you
to pursue.
As long as you are trapped in the lasso of “I” and “we”
you’ll remain wretched.
Go and become trapped by the one
who gives you love and sustenance.
Go and drink that wine that burns
your self-existence.
Go to the wine seller who’s giving away
the wine of fana.
Turn away from the gathering place
of the self-worshipers.
Go to the tavern that gives away
wine of love and purity.
The master of love has decreed, “A true human being
should not be without pain.”
Follow the one who gives you
pain and calamity.
In the gathering of love, don’t become careless
in your service to the cupbearer.
Follow the one who’s bestowing wine
without pretension and ego.
Listen to Nurbakhsh and let go
of shadows.
Go to the place where the sun bestows
its loving light.