Sunday, July 16, 2017

Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh - Here even Love is bewildered


Through Love , I have reached a place
where no trace of Love remains.

Where "I" and "we" and the painting of existence
have all been forgotten and left behind.

Now who can know where I am,

here where no knowledge, no opinion can be found .

Here even Love is bewildered

and the intellect is crazy , talking nonsense.

Totally impoverished, I have no wealth,
no identity, no self-

Free from faithfulness and faithlessness,

a stranger to myself and all acquaintances.

Yet only for this can I still be blamed—
that a cry comes from me,

Out of grief for Nurbakhsh I say,

“You have gone. How is it I know not where ?"


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