Poem XXXII

1No joy have I found in the two worlds apart from thee, Beloved.Many wonders I have seen: I have not seen a wonder like thee.

2They say that blazing fire is the infidel’s portion:I have seen none, save Abū Lahab, excluded from thy fire.

3Often have I laid the spiritual ear at the window of the heart:I heard much discourse, but the lips I did not see.

4Of a sudden thou didst lavish grace upon thy servant:I saw no cause for it but thy infinite kindness.

5O chosen Cup-bearer, O apple of mine eyes, the like of theeNe’er appeared in Persia, nor in Arabia have I found it.

6Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself;For in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

7O thou who art milk and sugar, O thou who art sun and moon,O thou who art mother and father, I have known no kin but thee.

8O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel,Thou art both stay and refuge: a name equal to thee I have not found.