art Abbas Rostamian
We are the people of Loving-kindness-leaders,
guides of one another.
From the purity of Love’s footstep,
we are helpers of one another.
though in body separate, we are all
but one spirit,
Soul and spirit, heart and possessor of hearts
of one another.
We are all one people,
without “you and I,” only “we,”
All equal, all Love, all beloveds
to one another.
But for us, no one is allowed
to enter our courtyard.
We are chained to each other, all sympathizers
with one another.
Each one would sacrifice himself
for the other here.
All are candles and moths, all flowers and garden
for one another.
Our assembly, no doubt, is the solitude
of companionship.
All are drunk and sober
from one another.
The armies of the self
have fled from us,
For we are all fellow soldiers here, all commanders
of one another.
Our pain requires
neither doctor nor remedy.
We are all the cure, all the sickness
of one another.
If you call someone here,
all will say “yes,”
For all have one name; all are companions, vigilant
for one another.
O Nurbakhsh it is from being without
“I and we”
That we are the desire and the customer
of one another.
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Excerpt from Divani Nurbakhsh Sufi Poetry
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