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What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself. I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian
nor Muslim, I am not from east or west, not from land
or sea, not from the shafts of nature nor from the
spheres of the firmament, not of the earth, not of water, not of air,
not of fire. I am not from the highest heaven, not from
this world, not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan.
I am not from the world, not from beyond, not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless, no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call. He is the first, he is the last, he is the
outer, he is the inner. Beyond He and He is I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture. If one day in my life I spend a moment without
you from that hour and that time I would repent
my life. If one day I am given a moment in solitude
with you I will trample the two worlds underfoot and
dance forever. O Sun of Tabriz, I am so tipsy here in this
world, I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.