O One who changes the soul moment by moment into different shapes inside of the body!
O One who is closer to me than my thought of these subtle points!
Why should I think of the past, of the future?
You are the taste of time, the Kible* of time.
You are the Soul of Truth and, at the same time, the dreams of the dream,
and of all of these great forms and shapes beyond description.
*Kible: Direction of prayer.
Divan-i Kebir, Meter 4, Gazel 87, Verses 3395-3397, Page 166.