I found this poem and enjoyed reading it. I was reading about averaging the noise caused by the environment out in a quantum system and read this poem in my break. So the part that reads “the Sufis spin to find God”, just clicked!
I am awake in a warmness
From being next to you
As seasons change
A very subtle action in the desert
I know why the Sufis spin
To find God
Ordinary consciousness gets lost
In the details of our life
I see the image of the pearl
Starting out as an irritation
Incubating under water for years
A beauty unmatched by just waiting
I at this season of life
Am learning how to wait
Touching a force beyond my control
A movement to open
به سحر میگویم که به من باز بگو
که کدامین نفس گرم مرا خواهد خواند
به تماشای هزاران سخن چلچهها
که کدامین عطش مانده به لب
که کدامین تب و تاریکی و تنهایی و شب
به من آوای رهایی دادند.
من هنوز هم شبها، پی آواز تو تا آخر خط خواهم رفت.
Poem by Ahmad Shamloo.
Bellow you can find a rough translation.
There is enigma in tears.
There is unfathomable mystery in smile.
And love is a conundrum itself.
And tears of that night were nothing but my love smiling at you!
I’m not a story to tell,
I’m not a song to sing,
I’m not a sound to hear,
neither something to see, nor something to know!
We are sharing the same grief, let’s shout and let it out.
Tree chats with the forest,
Grass mingles with the meadow,
Star communicates with the galaxy
and I’m talking with you.