Every moment, Your kindness follows after sorrow.
If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering.
Make me constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover.
I don’t want any other wine.
We are the reed bed, He is the fire,
and we are waiting to be burned completely by that fire.
Our reed bed is watered by it.
Our reed bed grows, becomes greener because of it.
With the Beloved, we are fresh and green for eternity.
He is such a spring that after Him, no winter follows.
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, Volume 9, Ghazal #45, verses 455-461, page 73.