Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh - The delight of my soul

All my moments I spend with You, my Companion,
the tranquility of the entire world.
Light and joy, refuge and sanctuary:
All are You.

You are my sorrows´ Confidant,
Source of all my strength and patience.
Lacking nothing, You´re beyond comparsion,
above anything that can be said or thought.

My New Year is You: my festival
You, the delight of my soul.
You are my Beloved, my only Love,
my only Soul.

O alluring Cypress, all my patience,
my tranquility, comes from You.
I have no profit or gain, no loss or pain but You;
You ´re all I could ever want to have.

Whatever coyness You display,
however long You treat me as nothing,
Still my soul I´d sacrifice in an instant
if only You would but rest Your foot on my head.

My New Year is You: my festival
You the delight of my soul.
You are my Beloved, my only Love,
my only Soul.

To people of purity You belong:
No! You ´re purity itself!
By fidelity You are bound:
No! You ´re the very embodiment of fidelity!

I am a lover of pain; You are my every afflection and pain,
my every hardship.
I am the one slain by love; You are my Physician,
my only relief and cure.

My New Year is You: my festival
You the delight of my soul.
You are my Beloved, my only Love,
my only Soul.

On the path of devotion, You are both disciple and master,
desirer and desired.
In Love ´s manuscript, You become both – ink and white space,
all scripts, all knowledge.

The moment, out of generosity, You had the grace
to enter the lane of my heart,
You become the only hope in my breast,
the only remembrance in my heart.

My New Year is You: my festival
You the delight of my soul.
You are my Beloved, my only Love,
my only Soul.

 

 

 

 Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh
(Nūr 'Ali Shāh)

 

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