Beyond The Lote-tree

BEYOND LOTE-TREE

The world of colours is nothing
The black-eyed gazelles are nothing
I must renounce this flimsy world
I must not cast a glance upon the lusty damsels
The real world is beyond my eyes
Even beyond the Lote-Tree
Where the chosen lover travelled to
The language of that world is beyond words and sounds
No more sounds of couches and bells!
There is nothing to say or to hear,
There is nothing to seek and search:
No I and He; No I and You
My lord wonderfully reveals there
I disappears here in absolute annihilation
And God proclaims in affirmation
Nothing exists except Me