I have made the journey into Nothing.
I have lit that lamp that
Needs no oil.
I have cried great streams
Of emerald crystals
On my scarred knees, begging love
To never again let me hear from
The sound of my own name,
Even from the voice of divine thought
Or see that pen you gave me God,
In the sun's or sky's skillful hand
Anything other than the word-
I have made the journey to Nothing.
I have become that flame that needs
Now what need is there to ever
Call for Hafiz?
For if you did,
I would just step out
-Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)