WHY should I argue that on Sinai |
Celestial radiance glows? |
I cannot reason; though the world deny, |
My heart enlightened knows. |
My heart is hot within me, yea, has burst |
In flames of love the while |
So fierce that like a drop to slake my thirst |
Were all the floods of Nile. |
So deep in sin am I—I cannot wend |
Where holy pilgrims fare |
To Mecca, even if Abraham, God’s friend, |
Should come to lead me there. |
I tire of wisdom’s kingdom which is mine, |
I tire of reason’s sway: |
Passion of love, O carry me to thine, |
A hundred miles away. |
Lo, when I come unto the water’s side |
The obedient waves retire, |
My flaming heart exultantly shall guide |
Like Moses’ torch of fire. |
Though evil days are mine, of joy bereft, |
With pain that never ends, |
Fate, do with me your worst, there still is left |
The Friend beyond all friends. |
Tell me, O Makhfi, is it I who sin? |
Is this my sin I bear? |
Is it the body’s or the soul’s within |
That lived and sinned elsewhere? |