You hide meaning in death, awakeness in sleep.
You get spring water from stone.
You manifest faithfulness in lightning.
Everywhere, the dark torrent of the night carries away mind and intelligence.
Who better to bring them back than the follower of a mature man?
O Soul of the whole, Soul of the part,
O One who provides a dress to cover the garden and meadow!
O One who invites souls with the drumbeat,
chanting, “Come, O wandering soul, come!”
Everyone wants to cheat me, to charge me with a tax.
But, my mind doesn’t understand the word “tax.”
From wherever understanding comes, one has to go in that direction.
Whoever makes your life longer, pray for him to have a long life.
The One who squeezes your heart,
the One who makes you green and grow,
who gives the color of roses to your face,
He is the One who forces you to pray,
who accepts your praying and grants your prayers.
He adds letters to the names of God
which gives breath and power to your mouth.
I follow Your orders, saying, “I accept Your invitation.”
O generous One, with Your Love in my heart
I keep turning like a millstone.
The millstone turns and turns, but the mill doesn’t understand
that our nourishment comes from that.
So does the miller’s income.
Water is the one which turns the stone.
When God stops the water, nothing moves.
Be silent. All these words are coming from our secret.
Be silent, so that the One who doesn’t slip in His talk can tell.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, Ghazal 24, verses 311-321