Bulla! I know not who I am
Nor am I a believer of the mosque,
Nor am I in rituals of the infidel
Nor am I the pure inside the impure.
Going to Makkah is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of prayers are offered
You have learnt so much
And read a thousand books.
Have you ever read your Self?
You have gone to mosque and temple
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
You alone exist, I do not!
Like the shadow of a house in ruins,
I revolve in my own mind.
Neither Hindu nor Muslim,
Sacrificing pride, let us sit together.
Neither Sunni nor Shia,
Let us walk the road of peace.
People cannot stand to hear the truth.
They are at your throat if you speak it.
They keep away from those who speak it.
But truth is sweet to its lovers!