The Nature Of God Poem by Amir Khosro Alai

Neither greetings, nor salute,
I am not black or either white,
Not as you've said, or as you've read,
What was told or what was heard,
I am neither the sky, either earth,
Nor slave of religion chained by birth,
Not a mirage, I am not a wineglass,
To solace your lonely heart at last,
I am not entangled nor in a cage,
Neither a pauper nor envoy of a sage,
Not devoted to temple, church or tavern,
I am neither inferno and nor the heaven,
Thus my nature, I not tell or write today,
Genesis dawn was when by pen of ray I say,
If you come to know this mine belief,
I tell you secretly and all in brief,
Hence none hears this widely jewel,
What they said and sang you dwell,
You are the soul of the world known,
Concealed or manifested shown,
Crying all your life to follow,
You are the one yourself the fellow,
You are that point of love, beware,
The mystery concealed or either aware,
You, yourself are the Garden of Eden,
The philosophy of cause and of reason,
On you I swear, rise at once when the mystery you hear,
No fraction; the entire shall be you in heavens with no fear,
Him you are; not embodied, formed like water in pot,
Be yourself; sit not at doors of any abandoned hut,
See not any but your radiant beams,
Then pick the bloom of unification means.