What if I offer you the blue sky?
Will you return then, I have nothing to offer you but my breath
And the blue sky
O friend, will you return?

O heart, what has happened to you?
Without a lover, you have fallen in love

Does the grape wait before fermenting?
You may ask the moth not to sink in fire

I have spent my life gazing at the road
One more day, my heart will not break

Was Ayaz the most beautiful of slaves?
Yet he was acceptable to you

I had a thousand wishes, none could I satisfy
Beauty teased Adam with the curse of mortality

A few sparks were enough to turn my nights to sleepless day
If creation was so beautiful, how beautiful must the creator be?

Four men take me to a bed of flame
An evening of regret for an eternity of ecstasy

The rose fades, only its memory remains
The friends have all gone, the Friend remains
Naked in Eden you saw me,
Now it is you who have removed the veil

Fading summer leaves a warmth on my cheek
When you shall draw away the night, what shall protect me
From your gaze, my friend?

I whirl, all is you, I whirl, I am you
The sun has sent out its light and veiled itself
But all is light, all is you

O gazelle, the perfume is in you, stop your mad longing
The fire you run from, Man, is in you

When the candle is extinguished can you see anymore the burnt moth?
Where I am, you are not, let me die, all will be you

If a beautiful face can leave behind such peace, my heart what will happen to you
When you see the beauty of souls?
Your beloved in flesh has veiled beauty, yet a bird sings of emptiness

I leave the tavern
True drunkards make their house in the street

I have spent my days in dreaming, and my nights in searching for you
Does the victor ever return to what he has won?

Heaven has given us wings, and a lifetime of sorrow
So what? Shall we blame God?

All cry for the martyr except he himself who in death has met God
Never does love find so beautiful a nest as in the executioner’s axe

When the Companion comes you will offer your neck and cease to exist
Why worry what will happen after? Will the pot complain if the potter breaks it?

Sing like the swan and cease to be
You have lived and loved, that is all you are,
Now be silent and let Him love


Scio Amo