THE INTOXICATION OF NONEXISTENCE
In the presence of Sheikh of the Beloved no mention there was,
In the monastery from that idol no sign there was.
In the monastery, in the church in the sanctuary and in the mosque,
No trace of the rose-cheeke cup-bearer of the monk there was.
The confidence which is hidden in the cup of wine,
No dare reveal tothe rationalists there was.
The love sore within the heart of the intoxicated,
No chance to express to the sober there was.
The love way is the way that with the wayfarer of which,
There is a secret kept by the sober.
The intoxication of nonexistence in my soul,
Is undeniable in the courtroom.
Don’t be sober and follow the intoxicated,
Because in the row of the sober no visitation there was.