O my restless heart! Tell the truth!
What substance are you?
Are you fire or water?
Are you human or pure spirit?
From what direction have you come?
What food have you eaten?
What have you witnessed in annihilation?
And why are you flying toward annihilation?
Why are you uprooting me?
Why are you planning to erase me?
Why are you ambushing my intellect?
And why are you defaming yourself?
All animals and creatures
are afraid of nonexistence,
except you who are setting it off
Wayfaring with such energy,
intoxicated, completely drunk,
when do you heed any warning?
Or buy anyone’s sweet talk?
From the top of this world’s mountain,
you are the flood flowing down
toward the sea of non-existence,
flowing more smoothly than my breath.
The garden and spring are bewildered,
wondering what breeze is blowing you.
The lily and the cypress are enraptured by you,
wondering what flowers, what narcissus you are!
The sound of tambourine whose jingling disks
are not accompanying its rim
would not get into our ears,
like the delirious raving of an infidel
that we take no heed of.
The Moses of your love told me,
become Do not touch me .*
Why should I not flee everyone?
Why should I not escape from Sameri?