Your kindness comes after sorrow, every time, every moment.
Otherwise, no one could withstand this suffering.
Make me drunk constantly with the wine that gives no hangover.
I don’t want any other wine.
We are the reed bed; He is the fire.
We are waiting to be burned by that fire.
The reed bed is watered by it.
The reed bed grows, becomes greener because of it.
We are fresh and green, with the Beloved for eternity.
He is such a spring that there is no winter after that.
We would be annihilated, would go beyond everything,
Because disasters destroy only those who exist.
To become nothing is to be something.
To die from being, from existence is the only way to reach eternity.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 9, Gazel 45, page 75