The world is no more than the Beloved's single face;
In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.
Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not-being
Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom and
Those who claim knowledge are wrong; prayer just leads to
Appearance and faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine.
Wherever the Footprint is found,
that handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds.
This earth, burnished by hearing the Name, is so certain of Love
That the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.
--Ghalib, translated by Jane Hirshfield, from
The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry, edited by Stephen Mitchell