You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the resurrection,
so what shall I do? Dead or living, wherever you are, there am I.
Without your lip I am a frozen and silent reed; what melodies
I play the moment you breathe on my reed!
Your wretched reed has become accustomed to your sugar lip;
remember wretched me, for I am seeking you.
When I do not find the moon of your countenance, I bind up
my head [veil myself in your mourning]; when I do not find your
sweet lip, gnaw my own hand.
Tie together all human intellects.They won’t stretch to here.The sky bares its neck so beautifully,but gets no kiss. Only a taste.This is the food that everyone wants,wandering the wilderness, ‘Please give usYour manna and quail.’We’re here again with the Beloved.This air, a shout. These meadowsounds,an astonishing myth.We’ve come into the Presence of the Onewho was…
The Loverswill drink wine night and day.They will drink until they cantear away the veils of intellect andmelt away the layers of shame and modesty.When in Love,body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist.Become this,fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand yearsfrom me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.Did I not say to you, “Be not content with worldly forms, for Iam the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment? ”Did I not say to you, “I am the sea…
The springtime of Lovers has come,that this dust bowl may become a garden;the proclamation of heaven has come,that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.The sea becomes full of pearls,the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,the body becomes wholly soul.
Everything other than love for the most beautiful Godthough it be sugar- eating.What is agony of the spirit?To advance toward death without seizinghold of the Water of Life.
You play with the great globe of union,you that see everyone so clearlyand cannot be seen. Even universalintelligence gets blurry when it thinksyou may leave. You came here alone,but you create hundreds of new worlds.Spring is a peacock flirting withrevelation. The rose gardens flame.Ocean enters the boat. I throwit all away, except this love for…
