Art Shahram Soltani
Not a believer in the mosque am I,
Nor a disbeliever with his rites am I.
I am not the pure amongst the impure,
Neither Moses nor Pharaoh am I.
Bulleh, who knows who I am?
Not in the holy books am I,
Nor do I dwell in bhang or wine,
Nor do I live in a drunken haze,
Nor in sleep nor waking known.
Bulleh, who knows who I am?
Not in happiness or in sorrow am I found.
I am neither pur nor mired in filthy ground.
Neither made from earth nor water,
Nor am I in air or fire to be found.
Bulleh, who knows who I am?
Not an Arab nor Lahori,
Not a Hindi or Nagouri,
Nor a Muslim or Peshawari,
Not a Buddhist or a Christian.
Bulleh, who knows who I am?
Secrets of religion have I not unravelled,
Nor have I fathomed Eve and Adam.
Neither still nor moving on,
I have not chosen my own name!
Bulleh, who knows who I am?
From first to last, I searched myself.
None other did I succeed in knowing.
Not some great thinker am I.
Who is standing in my shoes, alone?
Bulleh, who knows who I am?
— Baba Bulleh Shah – Bulleh, who knows who I am? (Islamic Mystical Poetry: Sufi Verse from the early Mystics to Rumi…)
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