MOUNTAINS AND SEAS DO NOT HOLD ME
I'm now love's silly duck,
And the seas all adore me,
The sea is just a drop of me,
Yet each drop seems to be an ocean to me.
Even the Kaf Mountains are not
A drop of my dust,
The sun and the moon are both my slaves,
Have no doubt that I come from God,
And
the Qur'an is my guide on this path.
My path leads to the Friend
Who is endless knowledge
Embracing everything,
Love moves my tongue to speak
Of love, and love is my joy, my witness now.
Nothing in the universe was here before
When our Sultan existed alone,
Ah see, in the hands of love
My sorrow has become the remedy now.
Before Adam was created,
Before the soul was trapped in a body,
Before Satan was rejected,
The ‘arsh, the crowning divine throne,
Was the garden
of witnessing for me.
Mustafa the Prophet was created,
His face flowered like a rose,
His pleasing heart shone,
He showed the meaning of faith,
And all these blessings come to us from God.
The people of the sharï‘at In outer realms are far away,
They cannot come to this place,
I know the language of birds
Unknown to anyone else, because Solomon speaks to
me.
Now Yunus, those who know Haqq,
Those who know God are truly few in number,
But people say that dervishes are mad,
And their words slander me completely.