The Pain of Love

by Javad Nurbakhsh


Original Language Persian/Farsi & English

Leave behind your cleverness, O lover of God:
     go crazy instead
Become a moth: enter the flame!
          - Rumi



For one who sees truly,
     love's pain is itself the remedy:
But this mystery is revealed
     only to those who are afflicted.

That lover who has left the realm of "I and you"
     is a stranger to all:
How then could he ever
     be clever?

Love is an attraction
     drawing multiplicity from the heart:
The spirit of Unity it bestows
     is free of all desires.

Love is a ladder
     on the path toward God:
A ladder to that place where
     "wherever you look is God."

Only "I am God" is ever uttered
     at the stage of love,
For this secret is unknown
     to "other than God."

Do not conceive of love
     as a "pain without cure."
Love is a snare set by God -
     a consolation, not calamity.

O Nurbakhsh, since the lover
     has no awareness of self,
To attribute cleverness to him
     would be a grave mistake.

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