Reason has bestowed on me the eye of the wise,
Love has taught me the ways of frenzy and abandon.
No wine, no beakers, no glasses to go round,
It is the sparkle in Thy eyes that brightens us all.
My wandering words are not poetry at all,
But I am just the knower of a secret divine.
Like a bud that waits for the morning breeze,
My throbbing heart is anxious to find its bloom.
Is this to be called a Presence, or is it an Absence?
I am the only one, alone in a multitude.
The path of reason was smooth for me to pass,
But I was lost on the path of ecstasy.