I was born not in China afar, not in Sagsin not in Bulghar;
Not in India, where five rivers are, nor Iraq nor Khorasan i grew.
Not in this world nor that would i dwell, not in paradise neither in Hell;
Not in India, where five rivers are, nor Iraq nor Khorasan i grew.
Not in this world nor that would i dwell, not in paradise neither in Hell;
East nor West, Land nor Sea, is my home; I have kin nor with angel nor gnome;
I am wrought not or fire nor of foam, I am shaped not of dust or des.
I was born not in China afar, not in Sagsin not in Bulghar;
Not in India, where five rivers are, nor Iraq nor Khorasan i grew.
Not in this world nor that would i dwell, not in paradise neither in Hell;
Not from Eden and Rizwan ifell, not from Adam my lineage I drew.
In a Place beyond uttermost place, in a tract without shadow or trace,
Soul and body transcending I live in the soul of my loved one anew!
Seek the science that unties for you this knot.
Seek it as long as there’s life in you still to be sought.
Leave that nothing that looks like it’s something;
Seek that something that looks like it’s nothing. It’s not.
When your love drives me crazy, that day
I dare things, madly, that demons would not.
Your eyelash alone does to my heart
What the brush of the greatest artist cannot.
I am wrought not or fire nor of foam, I am shaped not of dust or des.
I was born not in China afar, not in Sagsin not in Bulghar;
Not in India, where five rivers are, nor Iraq nor Khorasan i grew.
Not in this world nor that would i dwell, not in paradise neither in Hell;
Not from Eden and Rizwan ifell, not from Adam my lineage I drew.
In a Place beyond uttermost place, in a tract without shadow or trace,
Soul and body transcending I live in the soul of my loved one anew!
Seek the science that unties for you this knot.
Seek it as long as there’s life in you still to be sought.
Leave that nothing that looks like it’s something;
Seek that something that looks like it’s nothing. It’s not.
When your love drives me crazy, that day
I dare things, madly, that demons would not.
Your eyelash alone does to my heart
What the brush of the greatest artist cannot.