He Who Union with the Lord Gains

He who union with the Lord gains, more delight desireth not!
He who looks on charms of fair one, other sight desireth not.

Pang of love is lover's solace, eagerly he seeks there-for,
Joys he in it, balm or salve for yonder blight, desireth not.

Paradise he longs not after, nor doth aught beside regard;
Bower and Garden, Mead, and Youth, and Hûrî bright, desireth not.

From the hand of Power Unbounded draineth he the Wine of Life,
Aye inebriate with Knowledge, learning's light, desireth not.

He who loves the Lord is monarch of an empire, such that he —
King of Inward Mysteries — Suleymân's might, desireth not.

Thou art Sultan of my heart, aye, Soul of my soul e'en art Thou;
Thou art Soul enow, and Sidqî other plight desireth not.