O gnostic, neither the disease nor remedy is yours

He gives the pain, He also gives the medicine
O gnostic, neither the disease nor remedy is yours

Pass in sweetness beyond annihilation and eternity
But never believe that you are the source of either

If I say, "I am the beautiful", find no fault with me
Since I am He-and so drunk, I've lost sense of words

I am the seeker, I am the sought, begging myself from myself
But what have I lost, to be engaged, on such a quest?

His beauty appears in this mirror of mine, so finely made
How then the sober deny my claim, "I am the Beautiful"?

                           ...........By a Sufi Saintly Poet