Shabistari, Secret Rose Garden, The Forsaking

See, your companions have gone;
Will you not too make a start?
If you desire to take wing as a bird,
Then leave to the vultures this carrion world.
Forsake your relations,
For your real Friend must be sought.
He who is drowning in the sea of Not-being
Must cast aside all relationships.
What are father and mother,
Sister and brother?
Your very son may be your enemy,
Yet may a stranger be your kinsman;
Even your fellow-travellers on the mystic path
Must be renounced.
All relations are a bond, a spell,
A fairy dream,
An absolute illusion.
Omit not the duties
Of the law to them,
But have regard to yourself.
... Abandon gold and women,
For they are a source of anxiety.