Yunus Emre – Whatever Lands We Came
...Come here, let's make peace,
let's not be strangers to one another.
We have saddled the horse
and riding it, glory be to God.
The drink sent down from haqiqat garden,
we drank it, glory be to God.
And we sailed over the Ocean of Power,
glory be to God.
Beyond those hills and oak woods,
beyond those vineyards and gardens,
we passed in health and joy, glory be to God.
We were dry, but we moistened.
We grew wings and became birds,
we married one another and flew,
glory be to God.
To whatever lands we came,
in whatever hearts, in all humanity,
we planted the meanings of our Master
taught us, glory be to God.
... We became a trickle that grew into a river.
We took flight and drove into the sea,
and then we overflowed, glory be to God.
We became servants at our Master's door.
Poor Yunus, raw and tasteless,
finally got cooked, glory be to God.
