As long as any trace of body and soul remains, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
Far from any thoughts about this and that, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
When the intellectual seeks God,
he follows his own ego’s discourse.
Concealed from the intellect’s eyes, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
I became a lover, and in this art of loving
the only problem is “I.”
To resolve my dilemma, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
Go away mullah, your God is the invention
of your own mind!
Transcending any understanding and evidence, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
O professor, don’t try to lecture me about God!
I do not hear your words.
Beyond any logic and proof, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
His love is my guide;
I have no other leader.
I do not know a settled life; I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
O hypocritical clergy! I’ve let go of both your worlds.
I leave you to your desires.
Not wanting other than the Beloved, I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
I swing my head and body about;
I whirl this “I” around
until it falls into the pit of oblivion. I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu.
O Nurbakhsh, my tongue is uttering
a beautiful description of Him.
Listen to what I speak from the bottom of my heart: I say,
Haqq Haqq, cry Hu Hu!