A Poem from Kaygusuz Sultan

High above the highest ones, I have seen,
You are the skillful Artisan, Great Allah.
The world reads with words;
You read the syllable, God.

Thou hast created rebellious slaves,
saying, "Let it ever be thus";
You have placed them there.
You have reached the edge, Allah.

You have created a bridge of a hair,
saying "Let the slaves come and pass over."
Rather, let us stand here.
If you are a hero, you pass over it, O God.

Those who are heroes are known
as so-and-so, son of so-and-so.
You have no mother or father:
You look like a bastard child, Allah.

I am Kaygusuz. From the door of the Friend,
From the three hundred thousand cups in a day.
Lift up the curtain from between,
Let us look within, God.