Sultan Valad, our Master’s son, recounted: One day I said to my father, “The friends claim that when they do not see you it causes them pain and their inner joy disappears.”
My father replied, “Whoever does not feel joyful in my absence does not really know me; the one who really knows me feel happy even without me; he will be suffused with me, with the thought of me, with my thought.” He added, “Every time, my son, that you find yourself in a state of mystic sweetness know that this state is me in you.”Sultan Valad added,
This is why my father used to say,
“When you look for me, look in the district of joy: We are the inhabitants of the world of joy.”
I know this world; it never fulfills its promises. You won’t find a real friend in the whole world. Don’t go on gazing at that glided disk in the sky: It has nothing inside it, not even a straw mat!
So many idiots swarm into the trap of this world Like blind men who don’t have a stick to hand!
They worry for this world and tremble at its poverty. Bizarre lunacy which nothing can ever cure!
It’s easy to credit the world’s beauty since it stays veiled. In reality, it’s hideous old hag, without any allure. Whoever submits to her witchcraft is like a serpent Without feet, or hands, or intelligence, or religion. What an absurd fate to give your life to this world!
It’s the fate of all those who don’t find the path to Him. What is this copper full of dross, that forgets its copper-nature And imagines that the philosophers stone doesn’t exist?
Because of a vain image, you yourself become illusion And then all you can know is grief, anguish, and disaster.