My mind is fixed on the indifferent One,
My eyes seek His face, my heart loves Him alone.
The ignorant deplore my conduct,
They try to draw me from Him—I only weep.
The priests and theologians threaten me with perdition,
They instruct me in rituals,
But what has Love to do with these ?
My Lord lives beyond the torrent And I must meet Him there.
Who will tell me how to cross it ?
A lover follows his love whatever betide,
Says Bullashah : I go to meet my God.
Poem by Bullashah