Every moment, the Beloved’s kindness follows after sorrow.
If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering.
Make us constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover.
We don’t want any other wine.
We are the reed bed. He is the fire.
We are waiting to be burned by Him.
This reed bed is watered by His fire.
It grows, becomes greener because of it.
With the Beloved, we are fresh, green for eternity.
He is such a spring that there is no winter after that.
We will become annihilated, go beyond everything,
because disasters destroy everything that exists.
To become nothing is to be something.
To die from being, from existence
is the only way to reach eternity.
Divan-i Kebir, Meter 9, Gazel 45, Page 73, Verses 455-461.