You are my heart and my beloved,
whether You like it or not.
You are my knowing idol,
whether You like it or not.
How can I complain about You
when You are entirely kindness and grace?
You enliven my marketplace,
whether You like it or not.
You’re all love and fidelity,
all bliss and purity.
O my idol, You’re my beloved,
whether You like it or not.
I have fallen on Your path;
I’ve been made drunken by Your glance.
You desire me,
whether You like it or not.
What transgression? What blame?
What merit? What punishment?
You’ve got to put up with me,
whether You like it or not.
Since You’re the wayfarer and the path,
whether I like it or not,
You’re my leader and commander,
whether You like it or not.
You’re my patience, my peace:
all I possess is You.
You’re the source of my nourishment,
whether You like it or not.
Nurbakhsh has come to You
demanding to see Your face,
for You owe him this much,
whether You like it or not.