Mystery

Mystery of self is absolute
of which eternal secrecy
of endless moments juxtaposed
in the means of time
beauteous and lovely.
Who am I and where to go
and where to stay
that Reza Shah asks.
When there’s no living being,
neither light nor dark,
everything seems incorporeal,
then a call comes from the unseen heaven,
wake up, won’t you get up, well –
it’s a significant call!
It’s the awakening of love,
it’s call of the awakening from the divine.
It’s the education of the unseen (elme bil gaeb).
I know its divine truth from first to last
where my being exists.
Since you are in me, when searching
I find you nowhere.
All five stars twinkle and others twinkle
hide in itself as light breeds in dark.
I close and open up my eyes and find me true
and nothing else.
That celestial light is yet to reach the earth
That’s not yet touched the creativity
remains mystery.
The sentence that starts with “I” is spirited
boisterous in the coalesce of mystery.
Love is mystery. Have I seen that in my shade?
All that’s infinite is yet to reach my wisdom;
That’s Adam’s instinctive search for knowledge….
 
 Translated by M. Mizanur Rahman