Here we are in this hidden corner, drunk.
O friend! These companions merged
into a single soul, drunk.
detached from the self and the world,
with mouths closed like pistachios,
breathing lightly
with the secret You gave them.
in this seclusion we are plunged in Mercy,
Clap,clap hands! For you, beloved, are of this flock.
We fell in love with lowliness,
with poverty and humbleness.
All the lofty heights are but the dust
of the gate to this lowliness.
You saw no one but yourself,
so perplexed you were in your soul.
See how squeezed you are, O Shaykh!
Close the door of the house!
Don’t leave it open for strangers
to see the face unveiled,
the ringlets that were braided.
Don’t do today, Dear One,
what you did yesterday,
when You played your trick on us,
then rushed out of the house.
Although you broke away in the flesh,
you remained with us in secrecy.
You seemed to be out of sight,
but you settled in the nest of the heart.
The wits that You stole away
turned into pure wine free from dregs.
The one whom You wounded
turned into a cure for anyone who is wounded.
Oh heart! You fell into that arms of that Moon.
What do you want of this utterance?
O fish! The bated hook is not your friend!
Go deep, go deep.
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