Neither am I within time Nor completely out of it; In the seamless, vast moment's Unbroken flow I sit. Every form seems melded In a strange dream's hue, Even a feather in the wind Isn't as light as I'm due. My head's a mill grinding silence, An endless, boundless domain; I've reached my heart's contentment As a dervish, robeless, chainless, plain. A vine, its roots entwined in me, I sense the world as it spins, In a blue, ever-blue light I see, In its center, I swim.
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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