Tonight, with love we’re going
to the door of the Friend;
in madness we’re setting out
in search of the Beloved.
Tonight, we’ll leave behind
the city of the self
and make our way to His lane
on the promise of seeing Him.
Tonight, our jug is broken
and our goblet lost;
unconscious of self we’re going
to the vintner’s house.
Tonight, we’ll rend our garments
at the feast of love and madness;
away from people’s eyes,
we’ll pursue the Beloved.
Tonight, we’re drunk and filled with joy,
and have the chance at last
to create an uproar, to cry out
“hayy o hu” again and again.
Tonight, with wine we’ll wash away
the intellect’s designs
and travel on the feet of love
to pursue our quest.
Tonight, we’ve resolved to see
that Light Bestower to the soul;
We’ll journey gracefully,
like a planet orbiting the sun.