Steadfastly Seek with Focus

Upon which path did I tread

So I return, all else I dread;

From Beloved being apart

In the creed of Love is being misled.

If I find another in the whole town

Ain’t but a sign pointing to the Beloved.

I said this is no easy path

In each step a thousand traps spread

O broken heart come not this way

Stay upon your own tender bed.

Seek that which increases the soul

Ask for the wine that lightens your head;

All else is shape and appearance

Fame and shame’s battle and wed.

Be silent, be seated, and be still

Drunken, with such wine break your bread.

O Pride of Spirit, Shams-e Tabriz

Enslaved to Thee my heart and soul instead.