How can You ever leave my sight —
when You are the light of my eyes
and have come to rest in the midst of
my heart and soul?
I have been freed from self —
with just one glance
You bought my existence
and I became Your slave.
You are the king of beauty,
and all hearts are Your captives.
You alone have heard
this well-sealed secret.
Your Love always
tears away the veils;
You have split open my heart
with the arrow of Your eyelash.
O bird of truth still flying
from district to district,
tell me: have you ever flown
to any district but His?
Ask the false claimant
if with his heart’s hand
he has ever picked a blossom
from the garden of love.
Silence, Nurbakhsh, for in the faith
of the people of heart,
You have chosen the best direction in which to pray:
towards the Beloved.