This is no Kaaba
For idiots to circle
Nor a mosque
For the impolite to clamour in
This is Kharabat,
a temple of total ruin.
Inside are the drunk,
to Judgment Day
gone from themselves
I thought of Thee so often
that I completely became Thee
Little by little Thou drew near
and slowly but slowly,
I passed away.
come to the ocean's shore
no trace remains
Don't speak to us of visions and miracles
for long ago, we transcended such things.
We saw them all to be illusions and dreams
and dauntlessly, we passed beyond them.
Are you willing to be sponged out,
Erased, cancelled, made nothing?
Are you willing to be made nothing,
Dipped into oblivion
If not, you will never change.
The phoenix renews her youth
Only when she is burnt, burnt alive
Burnt down to hot and flocculent ash.
I laugh when I hear the fish in the water is thirsty.
You don't grasp, that what is most alive of all is inside
your own house:
and so you walk from one holy city to the next
with a confused look .
The caller calls in a loud voice to the Holy One at dusk.
Why? Surely the Holy One is not deaf.
He hears the delicate anklets that ring
Dutch translation/ Nederlandse vertaling