Don’t speak of your suffering — He is speaking.
Don’t look for Him everywhere — He’s looking for you.
An ant’s foot touches a leaf, He senses it;
A pebble shifts in a streambed, He knows it.
If there’s a worm hidden deep in a rock,
He’ll know its body, tinier than an atom,
The sound of its praise, its secret ecstasy —
All this He knows by divine knowing.
He has given the tiniest worm its food;
He has opened to you the Way of the Holy Ones.
by Hakim Sanai
English version by Andrew Harvey
Original Language Persian/Farsi