THE HEART’S MONASTERY
O cup-bearer take away the hearts' regrets,
As your cup solves the whole secrets of the difficulties.
By means of wine let not, the wisdom enter the monastery of the heart,
As this lunetic asylum has no room for the wise.
If you have lost your heart to the Beloved, move out,
As this tavern any place for anyone but the enamoured is.
If you are not inebriated enough that you might become sober instantly,
Go out immediately from the boundry of the sanctum of the ignorant.
From the flowers of the Beloved's garden, what colour of that idol did you see?
That from the Beloved's garden, from the seas and from the coasts you are away.
You saw the path of paradise in front,
That you parted from the right path and joined the incorrect.
If you have lost your heart to the existing world or beyond it,
You have chained yourself with a spider's web so much impedinent.