O you who've gone on pilgrimage -

where are you, where, oh where?

Here, here is the Beloved !

Oh come now, come, oh come !


Your friend, He is your neighbor,

He is next to your wall -

You, erring in the desert - what air of love is this?


If you'd see the Beloved's

form without any form -

You are the house,

the master,You are the Kaaba, you ! . . .


Where is a bunch of roses,

if you would be this garden?

Where, one soul's pearly essence

when you're the Sea of God?

That's true - and yet your troubles

may turn to treasures rich