By Yunus Emre

In the deepest part of my soul I love You… deeply,
inside:

as I go on I turn from religious dogma, completely,
inside.

Don’t think that I am in myself, for really I am not…
in me is another Self, if one could see, magically,
inside.

I see that the space is filled by You wherever I look…
so… O so deep in my soul how can you also be,
inside?

Don’t be asking me about myself, for I am not in me:
my body is inside its cloak, walking along, empty
inside.

Away from myself, my love for You has stolen me…
this is such agony that it is beyond any remedy,
inside.

Yunus happened to meet the Friend when passing by
and then stayed at the gate at path’s end, nearly
inside.

Translated by Paul Smith