We, the wine-drenched, are unconscious
of “we” and “you.”
Our hearts are fervent;
we are immersed in God’s love.
Don’t speak to us
about the sober;
we are crazed for God,
separated from everyone else.
We have no business with anyone
in the two worlds.
We are not preoccupied with thoughts
of how and why.
We are a sea on which
all that’s been discarded can float,
yet, being the ocean of purity,
we can never be polluted.
Unperturbed by good or bad,
attached only to the Beloved,
we are waves stirred up in a fervor
in the sea of fidelity.
We are a friend of the cupbearer
of the wine house, and flat broke;
we are wrecked and annihilated
in the tavern of ruin.
Until the sun shines, we will not turn our gaze
from its direction;
we will climb to every rooftop
until we see the moon.