I need such a Beloved that my soul will hold His stirrup.
I need such a musician that Venus will die in front of Him.
I have such a big glass that it keeps laughing at oceans.
I have such a crazy, insane heart
that it accepts neither bond nor advice.
O my God, as you know, I have a soul which cannot stand being without You.
Is there a fish which could run away from water?
What a beautiful being You have and how nicely drunk I am.
My being adores You. Drunkenness is mine.
Come to your senses. Be silent, be silent.
Choose a Love which gives you joy without sorrow every moment,
which lets you accept everything without refusal.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 38, verses 446-450, page 87.