Love’s fire, for a lifetime, burned my heart and soul
until the Beloved taught me the way of the lover.

Love’s jealousy gave me no chance to cry out;
it sewed my lips to keep me from speaking.

Like a moth, out of passion I circled Him so much
that He burned like the candle, kindling me for every assembly.

He stored me for years in the heart of time
so that in this age I could amplify the whisperings of Love.

I am a slave of the master of the holy fire;
from myself He bought me.

Then sold me for the price of the tavern’s wine.

Nurbakhsh, with the breath of the Beloved,
drunkenly said,

“Love’s fire, for a lifetime,
burned my heart and soul.”

--Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh

Read at the funeral of Nur 'Ali Shah, Dr Javad Nurbakhsh by Reza 'Ali Shah, Dr. Alireza Nurbakhsh