O cupbearer, start bestowing your favor.
Open the wine house once again!
A gust of self-existence got caught in my throat;
idol-worship has seized my being.
The noise of multiplicity has disturbed my peace,
robbed me of strength and left me weary of life.
Please open wide the door so that
my heart may soar off to the wine house!
Let me flee from the world of “I” and “we,”
and let me set foot in the valley of safety.
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O cupbearer, give me water that has a fiery nature,
for the currency of self-existence has no worth.
Cupbearer, give me that problem-solving wine,
to distinguish reality from imagination.
Cupbearer, give me that wine that burns my soul,
teaching me the path of selflessness.
Cupbearer, give me that wine that will make me silent,
and wrap me in the cloak of nothingness.
Cupbearer, give me that wine that drowns my self-esteem
and carries me beyond all thought of right and wrong.
Cupbearer, give me that wine, that I might lose my ego,
become hidden from myself, and arrive at placelessness.
* * * * *
A cup is not enough — not even a pitcher!
Bring me a brimming cask without further delay!
Let me drink so much wine that I become Him,
that my entire being is filled up with Him.
Let me shed the bonds of acts and attributes,
and, once intoxicated, drink the pure wine of the Essence.
Let me drink wine as never before,
that it may make me lose myself still more.
Let me drink so much wine that I become lost,
that the head of my being becomes joined to the cask.
Give such wine that I do not ask myself who I am
and become detached from future and past.
Let me go on, until in the valley of faqr
and fana, I lose all sense of my self.
Let me venture into the station of nothingness
and become freed from the bonds of self-importance.
* * * * *
Give me that wine that burns up my self-existence
and effaces all I have.
Give me that wine that will not let me regain consciousness,
that keeps me from all thought of benefit and harm.
Give me that wine that plunders all that is,
leaving neither sobriety nor drunkenness!
Give me that wine that steals my voice,
that stops all my doubts and questions.
Give me that wine that sets me afire,
that I may remove the veil of the carnal self.
Give me that wine that burns all that I have
and spreads my ashes to the winds.
Give me that wine that hacks away at my roots
and dries up my desire and imagination.
Give me that wine that makes every particle Him,
that, when poured on a stone, makes it cry out “Hu! Hu!”
Give me that wine that makes me crazy,
that alienates me from all created beings.
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Give me that wine that puts multiplicity aside,
and through Divine Unity turns everything into Him.
Give me that wine that takes away my shadow-like existence,
so that the light of Divine Unity may nourish me in its embrace.
Give me that wine that sweeps away this wave,
that the Ocean of Unity may draw me into itself.
Give me that wine that plunders my form,
that dissolves completely all trace of my self-existence.
Let nothing be left of me but a dot,
so that people may know I’m no one at all.
Give me that wine that causes separation from self,
so that, distanced from self, my acts will be God’s.