English
For Mir Makhdum
Mir Makhdum set out on a journey and left a blessing behind;
the hearts of all his loved ones are worn thin by his absence.
My heart rose up from the whole world for love of you;
God knows that out of all of it, you alone were what I sought.
The water of life that Alexander went searching for
has become the daily bread of your soul: may it bring you joy.
What can I say of what was lost? Oh, the grief in me!
He was a traveler on God's road, a dweller at the threshold of vision.
He left this passing monastery for the Beloved of eternity;
he turned his face to God's court: what a fine sight he was.
O my God, in your kindness be the keeper of his soul,
of Mir Makhdum, who has become the master of the promised secret.
Whoever turns his face to God comes out victorious;
he becomes a sun rising from a fortunate, blessed star.
Keep company with the men of God, and you will taste true joy:
everywhere a cup of pure wine, everywhere the sound of the lute.
The light of God's grace is greater than any greatness;
whatever flaw he saw in us, he answered with more mercy.
What can I say of Mir Makhdum? For late and early,
weary Qasim lets two rivers run from his eyes.