You are the breast my heart nurses now, God’s shadow, sun that casts no shadow.
You stir the particles of this universe, giving love to lovers, laughter and dance steps.
You burn thought to ash. You turn where you wish. Soul saw a bit of light in an eye and went there.
Toothless geezers sing love songs. Mind loses track. Beyond existence, beyond absence, Shams Tabriz, the mountain of gentleness we are hidden in, watches through a cleft.