I asked for news of You from all I met.
Then I saw You
And found we were identical.
Now I blush to think
I ever searched for signs of You.
“O You who are so unbearably beautiful,
Whose beloved are You?” I asked.
“My own,” He replied;
“For I am one and one alone-
Love, lover, beloved, mirror, beauty, eye.”
I sought solitude with my loved one,
Yet find there is no one here but myself.
And if there were a “someone else,”
Then, truly I should not have attainted her.
I am the one I love;
He whom I love is I
Two, yet in a single body.
If I have become the Beloved.
Who is the lover?
Beloved, Love, and lover-three in one;
There is no place for union here,
So, what is this talk of “separation?”
Hunter, prey, bait, and trap;
Candle, candlestick, flame, and moth;
Beloved, lover, soul and soul’s desire;
Inebriation, drinker, wine, and cup ~
All is He!
If You are everything,
Then, who are all these people?
And if I am nothing,
What’s all this noise about?
You are the totality;
Everything is You. Agreed!
Then, all that is “other-than You”~
What is it?
Oh, indeed I know, nothing exists but You.
But tell me, whence all this confusion?
Do you want to be ALL?
Then go ~ go and become nothing!
~Fakhrud’din Iraqi: Divine Flashes