I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Moslem, nor Parsi (Persian);
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of India , nor of China , nor of Bulgaria, nor of Saqsin;
I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise , nor of Hell;
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Gardens.
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.
What is, and what isn't.
You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.
Your embrace some form
saying, "I am this."
By God, you are not this
or that or the other
you are "Unique One"
"Heart-ravishing"
If someone asks you of the gracefulness
of the moon,
come on the roof and say…
it’s like this
If someone seeks an Angel,
show him your countenance and say...
it’s like this
If someone asks you of "God's fragrance",
lean your head toward him,
Keep your face there close and say…
it’s like this
If someone asks you what is silk and what is soft?
open your hair and say...
it’s like this
If someone asks how Jesus raised the dead?
Plant a kiss on my lips before him and say...
it’s like this
If someone asks you how the slay of love can be?
Show him my soul and say...
it’s like this
If out of kindness someone asks you of my shape.
Show him your eyebrow and say it’s bent…
just like this
The soul leaves the body and comes back again,
show the nonbeliever ,
come back to me and say...
it’s like this
When lovers moan,
they're telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your only friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years
from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.
Did I not say to you, “Be not content with worldly forms, for I
am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment?”
Did I not say to you, “I am the sea and you are a fish;
go not to dry land, for I am your crystal sea?”
Did I not say to you, “ Go not like birds to the snare; come, for
I am the power of flight and your wings and feet?”
Did I not say to you, “ They will waylay you and make you
cold, for I am the fire and warmth and heat of your desire?”
Did I not say to you, “ They will implant in you ugly qualities
so that you will forget that I am the source of purity to you?”
Did I not say to you, “Do not say from what direction the ser-
vant’s affairs come into order?” I am the Creator without
directions.
If you are the lamp of the heart, know where the road is to the
house; and if you are godlike of attribute, know that I am your
Maser.