Every moment, this revelation come to hearts from the sky:
“How long do you intend to stay on the Earth like sediment? Ascend!
Heavy souls drop to the bottom like sediment.
But, once they are purified, they rise to the top.
Don’t stir up the mud all the time. Let turbid water stay still to cleanse itself.
Your dregs can become clean. The remedy can be found in your grief.
There is a soul like lightning, but it is smoke more than light.
When smoke exceeds the limit, one cannot see the lights of the house.
If you get rid of the smoke, you will be enlightened with glory.
You will illuminate this world and the other with your light.
You don’t see the Moon or the sky reflected in muddy water.
The Sun and Moon are hidden when the air goes dark.
The south wind cleans the air.
The breeze of early dawn can light up the world.
Every breath we take cleanses the grief and discomfort in the soul
and shines inside of man.
When a man stops breathing for a moment, nothingness touches his being.
Our bizarre soul longs for the land of Nothingness.
Yet, I don’t know why the animal self is out to pasture.
O soul whose essence is clear and clean,
how long will you wander on all of your journeys?
You are the falcon of the King. Fly to the whistle of your King.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, Ghazal 31, verses 418-427, pages 81-82.