The path of reason is nothing but twist upon twist,

For the mystics, there is nothing except God.

This can be said by one who knows the truths,

But the people of logic will criticize it.

What, then, are the sky and the earth?

Who are the children of Adam, the beasts, and the wild creatures?

You have asked well, O wise one,

Should I speak, if your answer pleases you?

The desert, the sea, the mountains, and the heavens,

The fairy, the human, the demon, and the angel,

All that they are is less than what they are named,

For they bear the name of existence with their being.

The sea with its waves is great before you,

The sun shining brightly is high in the sky.

But where can the people of form go?

For the masters of meaning are lost in a kingdom of their own.

If it is the sun, it is but a speck,

And if there are seven seas, it is not even a drop.

When the Sultan of dignity raises knowledge,

The world pulls its head into the pocket of non-existence.