O my Crescent of Eid,*
show Yourself, so that Eid sees the real Eid.
O my invisible moon-faced One, show Yourself.
Pull the ear of the moon.
O my existence, my Absence,
O my rage and my contentment,
O my Truth, my presentation,
O my key and my lock,
My foundation, my Essence,
my mosque and my church,
my hell, my heaven,
my old and my brand new,
Your oppression turns into fidelity.
Your trouble becomes the remedy.
Where can one find a charmer like You,
O eye of my soul, O my sight?
Before the soul was ever created,
Your kindness gave Soul to souls.
Everyone wanted to have one,
yet You are all I want.
O my beautiful One,
Your face is like the Moon of Eid.
Your hair is Qadr’s** night.
My dirt will be cleansed
when I arrive at Your quarters.
The body resembles a Sufi convent.
Thoughts are like Sufis.
They sit in a circle.
My heart is in the center like Bayazid.***
I shouldn’t talk. I should keep silence.
I should frown at everyone,
so that You will talk to me.
You are the One I should benefit.
You should be the One next to me.
*Eid The day of celebration of the Islamic month of fasting [Ramadan].
**Qadr The “Night of Power.” The Islamic festival which commemorates the night on which God first revealed the Qurʾān to the Prophet Muhammad through the angel Gabriel (Jibrīl).
***Bayazid A famous Sufi.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 21, Ghazal 56, verses 596-603, pages 120-121.