Each time that people
disturb our state,
our reaction is to give in
to words.
Through dialogue and discourse
people gain credence and respect;
as for us, words became
the sign of our imperfection.
In the valley of love all discourse
becomes nonsense;
hence, there is no benefit gained
from our chattering.
Whatever the rationalists
have said and written
has been just the discourse of the ego,
meant to keep us occupied.
Words accomplish nothing
in the banquet of love;
let our time then
pass in silence.
We don’t deny what people may imagine,
but they will never even catch up
with the dust cloud stirred up by the flight
of our imagination.
Nurbakhsh, the blade of the tongue
severs the link
that connects your inner mind
with Us.