O suddenly-risen uproar!
O endless compassion!
O fire which sets the forest of thought ablaze!
Today You came with a smile that was like the key to the dungeon.
You came like God’s favor to the needy.
We fell into the trap and became cross-eyed.
We faced all kinds of grudges without fighting back.
See this drunkenness and leave the mind behind you.
Look at only this snack. Forget everything else.
It isn’t worth a meal or even one piece of bread
to jump into such an adventure.
That invisible Master puts you to work.
You take hundreds of different-colored precautions.
You reach the brightness and fall into darkness.
In between, you keep struggling.
O brave man, pull the ears of soul secretly.
Pray to God with all of your heart and soul
so you can stay away from people.
I swear to God, they all are nonsense.
Be silent! I have urgent things to do.
I will get under the flag,
throw away the paper, break the pen.
Here is the Cupbearer, coming, coming.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, Ghazal 14, verses197-198, 202 -206, pages 37-38.