THE BELOVED’S LAND

THE BELOVED’S LAND

Blindly do not go to the tavern O sober

Take off the garment of hypocrisy; here it is the abode of lover

But freemen and true lovers, you cannot find there

If you have still attachments so, never step there

Thou who are attached in rosary and cloister

A glass of wine from the tavern can’t you desire

Tear the prayer rug and break the door of tavern

If you want be aware of the top secret of secrets

If you are not aware of the love path and lovers affaire

Mind your own business and leave the way to the wayfarer

Open this cage and tear this snare

While ascending toward the abode of lover

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