No matter how much I plead with You,
still You remain aloof.
O my great fortune,
why do You prolong this tale?
You have set out on a journey —
I have no complaint.
You are a flash of the Truth;
You abandon illusion.
The place of the manifestation of Your truth
is nowhere but in our unreal world.
If we do not put up with Your coyness,
with whom then will You flirt?
I exclaimed, “O hope of hearts,
I will give up my soul on Your path.”
He answered, “This pleading of yours
is worth nothing to Me.”
I said to Him, “From Your amorous gesture
a world was thrown into temptation.”
He replied, “Be silent! You are revealing
the secret to the whole world.”
O hypocritical, blathering mullah,
stop your sarcasm about my unbelief
or I’ll reveal to whom
you are really praying!
The Beloved is in your house —
what excuse do you have
for turning away from our Bestower of light
to face Mecca instead?