Two Persian Poems
Translated by Sweeta Yaqoobi
Come again, whatever you identify as, come again
Whether you are a nonbeliever, an infidel, or a worshipper
This door of ours is not of despair
Even if you break your vows a thousand times, come again
There is a field in which neither Islam fits nor infidelity
I have a thought that has been growing in its air
When a mystic arrives in it, he prostrates—
Neither infidelity, nor Islam, nor that place exist