
O one who is dying by trying to untie the knot you tied yourself,
O one born in Union, you are dying in separation,
O one who sleeps thirsty at the river bank,
You are dying and begging at the side of a treasure.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #1, Page 381

At night, I turned around the city like wind, running like water
How can sleep overcome the one who walks around the city in darkness?
The mind is the one who wants to have everything in order.
Don’t ask for reason or manners from the drunk.
Ergin, Rubailer, V.98, p. 197