Don’t give water to me. I want to be Your thirsty one.
Make me Your lover. Take away my sleep.
O One whose beautiful image has become the Mihrab* for me,
I will keep doing Namaz** every day and night.
If I could find Your image in Absence,
I would quickly run to death.
I am staging a hold-up on the caravan of reason
with the hope of finding the One who causes reason.
Have mercy on me. Act like a sultan.
I cannot endure Your separation.
I became a water wheel for the Fountain of Life.
For that reason, I keep turning and crying at the same time.
You are my sun. You are my moonlight.
That is why I open my heart and eyes.
When I heard Your name, my name and fame
both became drunk and disappeared.
My heart jumps up and down like mercury
in front of Your fire.
Enough. Give up words.
I cannot see the One who talks
because of the dust raised up by words.
*Mihrab The niche in a mosque indicating the direction of Mecca.
**Namaz Ritual prayers.
Divan-i Kebir, Meter 12, Gazel 63, Page 114-115, Verses 670-679.