بر خیز و رخت بند که جانانم آرزوست
ایدل جمال حضرت سبحانم آرزوست
ناری ز عشق یار فروزان بطور دل
موسی جان فتاده به ثعبانم آرزوست
یک خرمی ز نار جمالش بدشت جان
کز آتش خلیل گلستانم آرزوست
این قلب را صفائی زان پس تجلّی
کز خویشتن ملولم و ایشانم آرزوست
یا ربّ مرا عری بنما از ظنون شرک
کاندر عراء حبّ تو عریانم آرزوست
در گردنم سلاسل زلفش چو سبق زار
کش وا کشی بکوه و بیابانم آرزوست
چشمم بروی یار و دلم محو طلعتش
بعد از وصال دوست بمیدانم آرزوست
بر فرق خویش تیغ عدوّ از چهار سو
چون ابر بهمنی به بهارانم آرزوست
افتاده بر تراب سرم غرق خون خویش
رقصی در آن زمان چو سلیمانم آرزوست
Arise and pack up your things, for the Beloved is my desire!
O heart, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord is my desire!
A fire for the love of my Companion blazes in the Sinai of my heart.
Seeing the Moses of my soul cast down before the serpent is my desire!
Just one spark from the fire of his beauty on the soul’s plain!
For from Abraham’s inferno, a rose-garden I desire.
Some small delight for this heart and then a manifestation,
For I have grown weary of my self and it is he whom I desire.
O Lord, strip me bare of the suspicion of idolatry,
For I wish to abide in the land of your love, rid of all attachment.
I wish his tresses like chains round my neck would drag me.
As though from the race-ground to the mountains and wilderness.
My eyes fixed on the Beloved’s cheeks; my heart mesmerised by his face –
After I am reunited with the Friend, I wish to enter the battleground.
Like the clouds of late winter that assail the spring, I wish to see.
The blades of my enemies attack my forehead from all sides.
With my severed head drenched in my own blood on the dust,
At that very moment, I wish to dance just like Sulayman!
-Maryam Bushru’i
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