O lovers, lovers, the time for Union has come.
A voice is heard from the sky, saying,
“O Moon-faced ones, get ready.”
O drunks, drunks, joy and pleasure come by holding onto His skirt.
He has held our chains.
We have grabbed His skirt.
Fiery, strong red wine has come.
O grief, go to the corner and sit there.
O soul who is thinking of death, go away.
O One who offers this wine, O Cupbearer, come.
O my beautiful One!
Seven layers of the sky are drunk because of You.
We are a crystal ball in Your hands.
Our being comes from Your Being,
and says hundreds of thousands of times, “Welcome.”
O sweet-breathed player, ring the bell every moment.
O drinking one, put the saddle on our horse.
O morning breeze, blow on our soul,
.
O flute, the stories you tell us at night are so lovely.
Your soul has the sweetness of sugar.
The smell of loyalty comes from your melodies day and night.
O beautiful-faced sun, start once more.
Play the same tunes. Be coy with all the beautiful ones.
Be silent. Don’t tear the curtain.
Drink from the glass from which the silent Ones drink.
Cover the faults of others.
Get into the habit of God.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 159, verses 3567-3774, pages 397-398.