Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?
I adore not the Cross nor the Crescent, I am not a Giaour nor a Jew.
East nor West, land nor sea, is my home; I have kin nor with angel nor gnome;
I am wrought not of fire nor of foam, I am shaped not of dust nor of dew.
I was born not in China afar, not in Saqsin and not in Bulghar;
Not in Hindustan, where five rivers are, nor Iraq nor Khorasan I grew.
Not in this world nor that world I dwell, not in Paradise neither in Hell;
Not from Eden and Rizwan I fell, not from Adam my lineage drew.
In a place beyond uttermost place, in a tract without shadow or trace,
Soul and body transcending I live in the Soul of my Loved One anew!
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