I’m drenchedin the floodwhich has yet to come I’m tied upin the prisonwhich has yet to existNot having playedthe game of chessI’m already the checkmateNot having tasteda single cup of your wineI’m already drunkNot having enteredthe battlefieldI’m already wounded and slainI no longerknow the differencebetween image and realityLike the shadowI amAndI am not

Is it your facethat adorns the garden?Is it your fragrancethat intoxicates this garden?Is it your spiritthat has made this brooka river of wine?Hundreds have looked for youand died searchingin this gardenwhere you hide behind the scenes.But this pain is not for thosewho come as lovers.You are easy to find here.You are in the breezeand in

You who are not kept anxiously awake for love’s sake, sleep on.In restless search for that river, we hurry along;you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.Love’s place is out beyond the many separate sects;since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.Love’s dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;you whose longing

Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possessin my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.”Last night I asked the new moon concerning my Moon. Themoon said, “I am running in

Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.On the day when we cast of the body’s veil from the soul, you will see that we are the envy of despair of man and the Polestars.Wash your face and become clean

When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you cometo visit me, I will come forth with speed.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 melodiesI

I am part of the loadNot rightly balancedI drop off in the grass,like the old Cave-sleepers, to browsewherever I fall. For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grainsfloating and flying in the will of the air,often forgetting ever beingin that state, but in sleepI migrate back. I spring loosefrom the four-branched, time -and-space

In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,nothing else exists.There is no reason for living except for giving one’s life.I said, ‘First I know you, then I die.’He said, ‘For the one who knows Me, there is no dying.’

i was deadi came alivei was tearsi became laughter all because of lovewhen it arrivedmy temporal lifefrom then onchanged to eternal love said to meyou are notcrazy enoughyou don’tfit this house i went andbecame crazycrazy enoughto be in chains love saidyou are notintoxicated enoughyou don’tfit the group i went andgot drunkdrunk enoughto overflowwith light-headedness love

The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do notbite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.Since I have penetrated into the secrets of individuals like menof God, why should