Fountain of Joy

What do I call you? How do I address you?
This ever increasing nearness has me stumbling like a newborn,
Wherever I turn, I burn,
Burn in the golden light of the afternoon sun,
Are you the sun then?
Burning my back, my heart, my thoughts,
Reducing me to a mighty drop,
I feel the might surging through my veins,
I find you closer than the wind in my breath,
Flowing and flowing and flowing unto me, endlessly, relentlessly,
This fountain of joy has taken hold of me.

The Song Of The Sufi Masroof