O people gone on Hajj Pilgrimage

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

Maulana Rumi beseeches the pilgrims in this poem from Deewan-e-Shams:

ای قوم به حج رفته کجایید کجایید
معشوق همین جاست بیایید بیایید

O people gone on Hajj Pilgrimage
Where are you? Where are you?
The Beloved is right here
Come on back! Come on back!

معشوق تو همسایه و دیوار به دیوار
در بادیه سرگشته شما در چه هوایید

Your Beloved is your next-door neighbor -
Wall-to-Walls -
Why are you wandering in the Arabian deserts?

گر صورت بی‌صورت معشوق ببینید
هم خواجه و هم خانه و هم کعبه شمایید

If you take a good look at Beloved's Faceless Face,
You 'll get to see clearly that
The Master, the Holy House, and the Kaaba
Are all in reality You!

ده بار از آن راه بدان خانه برفتید
یک بار از این خانه بر این بام برآیید

You've already journeyed like ten times
On the path of Hajj-Pilgrimage
To visit that Holy House.
For once in your life,
Also climb up to the roof of your own house.

آن خانه لطیفست نشان‌هاش بگفتید
از خواجه آن خانه نشانی بنمایید

That Holy House is indeed magnificent
You've already talked about its many wonders.
But from the Master of that House,
Did you even get its correct address?

یک دسته گل کو اگر آن باغ بدیدیت
یک گوهر جان کو اگر از بحر خدایید

Where is your flower bouquet
If you've seen that Divine Garden?
Where is your soul's pearly essence
If you now belong to the Ocean of God?

با این همه آن رنج شما گنج شما باد
افسوس که بر گنج شما پرده شمایید

Well, despite of it all,
May all your sufferings turn into your treasures.
Alas, you're always veiling your own treasures