All The Rest Are On Foot

The world resembles a mirror, thy Love is the perfect image;
O people, who has ever seen a part greater than the whole?
Go on foot, like the grass, because in this garden
The Beloved, like the rose, is riding, all the rest are on foot.
He is both the sword and the swordsman,
both the slain and the slayer,
He is at once all Reason and brings Reason to nought.
That King is Salahuddin-may he endure for ever,
May his bounteous hand perpetually be a necklace on my neck!

Selected Poems from the Divani Shamsi Tabriz Edited and Translated by R. A. Nicholson