O minstrel, strum your lute
and pluck the high notes tonight.
O singer, open your song
with, “He is the Truth.”
The heart’s dilemma can’t be solved
by following many gods;
entrust your affairs
to the One Unique Lord.
Leave the book about the world and its people
for the sane and sober;
inscribe the pages of your book
with the madness of love.
Abandon this bodily form
and read the tablet of the heart
so that God’s love
may lift the veil from your soul’s eye.
I remain your lover, O God,
surrendered and content,
whether You counsel me
or chastise me.
You are for me the manifest Truth.
You are the hidden and the revealed.
I behold Your presence
everywhere, in every moment.
Not only has Nurbakhsh’s heart and soul
become illumined by You,
but the entire creation exists
through the grace of Your light.