Everything Is He

Amir Khusrau:

    It is nothing but Your goblet which the lovers drink in the taverns:
    It is nothing but Your name which the ascetics recite in the monasteries.

Jami:

    So constantly are you in my stricken soul and sleepless eyes
    That whatsoever should appear from afar, I should think that it was you.

and

    Sometimes we call You goblet and sometimes wine,
    Sometimes we call You grain and sometimes snare.
    There is no other word but Your name on the tablet of the world -
    By which name, then, should we call You?