It’s the time of sama!
Clap your hands happily!
All who have escaped from self
will get drunk tonight!
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
How long will you sit
and suffer in seclusion?
Rise on the feet of aspiration
and turn towards service instead.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
Rise and beat the frame drum!
Come, join the ranks!
Clap your hands drunkenly!
Now make a target of your self.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
Humbly and with love
you may escape
from the bonds of existence
and self-worship!
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
Spend this moment in pure joy,
observe love and good faith.
Pledge your very existence,
annihilate your self in God!
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
The lover is silent,
with no intellect or consciousness.
He has been bubbling within like a vat of wine.
It is time now to roar!
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
If you are discerning,
then seize upon this moment,
for this transitory life
lasts only a short while.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
In the proximity of the Beloved,
do not bother with cures;
freely offer up
your distracted soul!
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
We worship wine.
As long as we exist,
we are drunk and delivered
from our selves.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
We are light-headed,
drinkers of the dregs.
We have no distinct features;
we behave as Sufis.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
Where are You, O Beloved?
Have You no concern for us?
We are just beggars
looking for provisions.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!
You are the soul’s nourishment;
You are the heart’s serenity.
You are both pain and cure;
You are both grace and what is given.
It is God’s decree!
Allah! Allah!