Attar - Intoxicated by the wine of love

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer 'thou' and 'I' exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.
- Attar

Attar - Gone Mad with Love

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 the moon.

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 the beloved's 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
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.

I
watched my heart
transcend both worlds
and under its shadow
now is gone mad with love.