Lost In Contemplation

No favour was left which that winsome beauty did not bestow.
What fault of ours, if he failed in bounty towards you?
Thou art reviling, because that charmer wrought tyranny;
Who ever saw in the two worlds a fair one that played not the tyrant?

His love is a sugar-cane, tho' he gave not sugar; 
His beauty is perfect faith, tho' he kept not faith. 
Show a house that is not filled by him with lamps,
Show a portico that his face filled not with loveliness.
When the spirit became lost in contemplation, it said this:
'None but God has contemplated the beauty of God.'
This eye and that lamp are two lights, each individual;
When they came together, no one distinguished them.
Each of these metaphors is at once an explanation and a misconception;
God revealed "By the morning splendour" in envy of the light of his countenance.
Never did the tailor, Destiny, to any one's measure
Stitch a shirt but he tore it in pieces.
The sun of the face of Shamsi Din, glory of the horizons,
Never shone upon aught perishable but he made it eternal.
Selected Poems from the Divani Shamsi Tabriz Edited and Translated by R. A. Nicholson