Is there a lip from which the smell of soul isn’t coming right now?
Is there a particle of the heart in which a trace of Him doesn’t reside?
If there are no provisions coming from that famous table,
why is every particle chewing cud like a camel?
If they are not smelling the smell of the stew from that pot,
why are the dogs of nature sniffing on the left, on the right?
If a spear hasn’t been thrown at the heart from the land of Absence,
why are the lion’s paws trembling like the petals of a rose?
If the majesty and sound of the Shepherd aren’t coming to their souls,
why are thousands of sheep and wolves playing together?
Hundreds of yells and shouts are coming not to ears, but to souls.
Put your mind in your head and listen.
Is this true or not?
If help doesn’t come from the other world every moment,
Why does your soul keep growing in this old world?
You put soil on your eyes with your own hand.
That’s why you don’t see new forms clearly.
Watch a hundred thousand two-horned owls
whose horns have been broken.
They are so many friends and acquaintances,
but the One who has been victorious simply doesn’t appear.
He washes your hands, your mouth with the water of loyalty.
That’s why that smell of soul’s wine comes with each breath.
No one steps into the garden of Love
without receiving hundreds of greetings from that Gardener.
There are millions of tents beyond Love
which cannot be comprehended because of their greatness.
In every moment, a star shines inside of you, saying,
“Beware. Don’t talk. Not even a small part of this comes from the sky.”
Close your mouth.
Let the One who created your mouth do the telling.
He tells things in such a way
that you are unable to utter them with your tongue.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 7a, Ghazal 105, verses 1195-1208, pages 290-291.