Lost in myself I reappeared
I know not where
a drop that rose from the sea
and fell and dissolved again;
shadow that stretched itself out at dawn,
when the sun reached noon
I disappeared.
I have no news of my coming or passing away-
-the whole thing happened quicker than a breath;
ask no questions of the moth.
In the candle flame of his face
I have forgotten all the answers.
In the way of love there must be knowledge and ignorance
so I have become both a dullard and a sage;
one must be an eye and yet not see
so I am blind and yet I still perceive,
Dust be on my head if I can say
where I in bewilderment have wandered:
Attar watched his heart transcend both worlds
and under its shadow now is gone
mad with love.
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