My love (Persian Poem)

Mention not any king to me,

For I have placed my hopes at another threshold.

The Lord God, Who has granted life to the universe,

He is the Originator, the Creator, the Sustainer.

The Generous, All-Powerful, Reliever of problems,

The Merciful, the Compassionate, Who fulfils all needs.

I lie prostrate at His door, because it is said

'In this world one thing leads to another.’

Whenever I remember that Faithful Friend,

I forget all my friends and relatives.

How can I tie my heart to other than Him;

For I am so restless without Him!

Search not for my heart in my wounded bosom;

For I have pinned it to the apron-strings of the Beloved.

My heart is the Throne of the Beloved;

My head is an offering in the way of the Friend.

How can I describe the extent of His bounties on me;

For His grace is boundless!

How can I ever be able to count His favours;

For His favours are uncountable!

The kind of relationship I have with the Beloved,

Is beyond the comprehension of all.

I cry at His door,

As a woman cries in the pangs of childbirth.

All my time is saturated with His love;

How happy is the time! How blissful the days!

O the garden of my Beloved! I sing Your praises;

For You have freed me from the beauty of gardens andthe joy of spring.

[Hujjat-Ullah, Ruhani Khaza’in, Vol. 12, p. 149]