what's to be done

What is to be done, O Moslems?

for I do not recognize myself.

I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Gabr, nor Moslem.

I am not of the East, nor of the West,

nor of the land, nor of the sea;

I am not of Nature's mint,

nor of the circling' heaven.

I am not of earth, nor of water,

nor of air, nor of fire;

I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust,

nor of existence, nor of entity.

I am not of India, nor of China,

nor of Bulgaria, nor of Saqsin

I am not of the kingdom of 'Iraqian,

nor of the country of Khorasan

I am not of the this world, nor of the next,

nor of Paradise, nor of Hell

I am not of Adam, nor of Eve,

nor of Eden and Rizwan.

My place is the Placeless,

my trace is the Traceless ; '

Tis neither body nor soul,

for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.

I have put duality away,

I have seen that the two worlds are one;

One I seek, One I know J One I see, One I call.

He is the first, He is the last,

He is the outward, He is the inward;

I know none other except 'Ya Hu' and 'Ya man Hu.

I am intoxicated with Love's cup,

the two worlds have passed out of my ken ;

I have no business save carouse and revelry.

If once in my life I spent a moment without thee,

From that time and from that hour I repent of my life.

If once in this world I win a moment with thee,

I will trample on both worlds,

I will dance in triumph for ever.

O Shamsi Tabriz, I am so drunken in this world,

That except of drunkenness and revelry I have no tale to tell.

From Divan-i Shams