I asked “Why is your beautiful face hidden from me?”
He replied “My face is revealed to all.
It is your self that has created a veil.”
I asked “From whom do I ask directions to your district?”
He replied “Why do you ask directions?
I reside in the alley of the traceless.”
“Your sorrow is more pleasant to me than being happy.” I said.
“In the path towards me no difference exists between sorrow and happiness.”
“My soul has burned up from the hidden fire inside.” I said.
“The one who is burned doesn’t not cry or moan.” He replied.
“How long will I be separated from you?” I asked.
“As long as you exist.” He replied.
“Is this the final word?” I asked.
“There is no other way.” He replied.
“I have a request.” I asked.
“State your question.” He replied.
“Increase my sorrow for You.” I said.
“You will have my sorrow for free.” He replied.
“Please accept from Feiz this half life of mine.” I said.
“Your soul is the place for my sorrow. Keep it.” He replied
From Sufi Journal
