What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.<br />I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim,<br />I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,<br />not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,<br />not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.<br />I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,<br />not from existence, not from being.<br />I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,<br />not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan.<br />I am not from the world, not from beyond,<br />not from heaven and not from hell.<br />I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.<br />My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,<br />no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.<br />I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.<br />One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.<br />He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.<br />Beyond <i>He</i> and <i>He is</i> I know no other.<br />I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.<br />I have no concern but carouse and rapture.<br />If one day in my life I spend a moment without you<br />from that hour and that time I would repent my life.<br />If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you<br />I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.<br />O Sun of Tabriz, I am so tipsy here in this world,<br />I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.