My Allah, what pain is this which has no remedy?
My Allah, what pain is this which has no remedy?
What wound is this, it bleeds, yet no mortal can see?
What shall I do with my heart? Love never makes it weary.
It goes and plunges into love–never returns to me.
Then my heart turns around and showers me with sound advice
A heart engulfed by love escapes weariness ceaselessly.
A lover absorbed in his own selfhood is no lover;
One must give up one’s life to find beloved beauty.
The lover knows full well that all these worldly possessions
And all fear of the hereafter are not worth a penny.
They proclaim him dead and they chant prayers for the lover;
Death is for beasts alone, it’s not the lover’s destiny.
Within the inner core of this world and the hereafter
The lover holds his own which is known to nobody.
The field of the lovers is higher than the Ninth Heaven:
Even though they swing the mallet, there is no ball to see.
Yunus plunged: He now stands immersed in the Oneness of Allah;
His mind will never return from Eternal Unity.