Lost in myself I reappeared I know not where
a drop that rose from the sea and fell and dissolved again;
a shadow that stretched itself out at dawn,
when the sun reached noon I disappeared.
I have no news of my coming or passing away —
the whole thing happened quicker than a breath;
ask no questions of the moth.
In the candle flame of his face
I have forgotten all the answers.
In the way of love there must be
knowledge and ignorance
so I have become both a dullard and a sage;
one must be an eye and yet not see
so I am blind and yet I still perceive,
Dust be on my head if I can say
where I in bewilderment have wandered:
Attar watched his heart transcend both worlds
and under its shadow now is gone mad with love.
~ Farid ud-Din Attar (1120?-1220?), The Drunken Universe: An Anthology of Persian Sufi Poetry Trans. Wilson & Pourjavady