The Dirt Road

I've stumbled in your world, night and day,

From door to door, from the ceiling to the walls,

The eyes have travelled far,

The feet have toiled,

When I tire of the worldly games,

And sit down quietly to pray,

I experience bliss, sharp and piercing,

A tiny waterfall gushing forth,

Soaking my fatigued body and soul,

Like a worn out rug on the floor,

I find my place by your feet.

I’m conscious now; I hear every word, the quality of sound,

I feel the wind’s texture, and its titillating stillness,

I become the dirt road that merges into the jungle,

Where the lake of bliss flows endlessly,

Perched on a rock, the bird of my soul drinks from it effortlessly.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof