You plundered my broken heart
and broke apart
my head with the stone
of desire for You.
Thousands are drenched in blood
approaching union with You,
heart and soul lost,
head and feet broken.
Love for Your face has summoned me
to Divine Unity,
for it has broken both visible
and hidden idols.
Totally drunk, I burst out
of self-existence
like a water bubble bursting
on the ocean.
The cupbearer has sent me
to the wine vault,
for I’ve lost my goblet and
broken my jug.
Perhaps I will see the treasure of the Beloved
clearly again,
now that my soul has broken
the talisman of the self.
For you, Nurbakhsh,
this world has been a dream
by which people are bewitched
and hearts are broken.