My heart is severed
from both worlds,
from yesterday, today
and tomorrow.
It has stepped outside the world,
beyond space,
freed from the bounds of the earth,
past the Pleiades.
My heart has forgotten the maelstrom
of “I” and “we”;
it has broken its ties
with everything.
My heart has turned away from all thoughts
of worldly affairs,
severed its ties with all things
apparent and hidden.
From one side it has reined in
vain yearnings,
from the other side it abandoned
all needs.
My heart has washed its hands of the world
of happiness and sorrow;
it has cut off the rope
of pointless desires.
Where has this heart of mine settled?
I do not know!
It has erased all thoughts except
the memory of the Friend.
He is the only being existing
in the world;
He has cut out the tongue of “I” and “we”
from his chosen few.
O Nurbakhsh, stop talking!
Those who have heard of
the Friend’s attributes have severed
their ties to the world.