In this moment, I am entwined
in the vine of love
In this moment I have abandoned care
Oh humans, I’m no longer one of you
The bravest men won’t dare come near my heart
Mad men run away at the sight of my passion
I make love to death
Nothingness is my companion
Even cleverness is upset with me
It tried to frighten me, it misjudged its opponent
I accept I am a prisoner of this world
But I am here, the prison is there
Tell me, whose belongings have I stolen?
Come live where I reside
My home is beyond In o Aan*
What need have I for a mind?
I have destroyed my
thoughts and burnt my worries
Something Other has my attention
What need have I for a heart?
Blood of the Beloved
is running through my veins
I am life itself
“In o aan” is the Persian phrase for “this and that” nonsense we keep inside.