its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
of these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic’s ear
the secret is no secret at all.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.It doesn’t matter.Ours is not a caravan of despair.Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand timesCome, yet again, come, come.
The water that pollutes you is poison;The poison that purifies you is water.
I am an empty wineglass.You know what happens when we touch!You laugh like the sun coming up laughsat a star that disappears into it.Love opens my chest, and thoughtreturns to its confines.Patient and rational considerations leave.Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.Then, totally reckless, the next…
Oh, if a tree could wanderand move with foot and wings!It would not suffer the axe blowsand not the pain of saws! For would the sun not wanderaway in every night ?How could at ev’ry morningthe world be lighted up? And if the ocean’s waterwould not rise to the sky,How would the plants be quickenedby…
What was told the cypress that made it strongand straight, what waswhispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever madesugarcane sweet, whateverwas said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil inTurkestan that makes themso handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blushlike a human face, that isbeing said to me now. I blush….
those who don’t drink dawnlike a cup of spring wateror take in sunset like supper,those who don’t want to change,let them sleep.This Love is beyond the study of theology,that old trickery and hypocrisy.I you want to improve your mind that way,sleep on.I’ve given up on my brain.I’ve torn the cloth to shredsand thrown it away.If…
