Last night this fine point was explained
and passed from moth to moth:
that “we” and “you” creates
fable after fable.
Nothing but the candle must be sought;
nothing but the candle must be seen.
Thoughts of “I” and “we” do not belong
in love’s district.
Look with the eye of the heart!
Hidden in your chest is the treasure
that you are seeking as you travel
from ruin to ruin.
“He is the attractor; He is the attracted.
He is the seeker; He is the sought.”
This statement was passed along in our circle
from madman to madman.
There is but one wine in the goblet,
though I have heard it called by
a thousand names while going
from tavern to tavern.
If you are truly our companion, be valiant
and pass from this self.
Give up heart and religion at once
to the Soul of souls.
When love became the architect
in the Kaaba of our hearts,
an idol-temple was erected
in every direction.
The light that God bestows He gives
without asking, how or why.
Why then do you wander uselessly
from place to place?