|One day I feel confused and down,|
the next I can reach the sky
without you I am never calm.
In your absence people ridicule me,
but when you come
I don't mind what they think or say.
I refuse to feast
or be merry without my Beloved.
However he appears, I will follow.
If he comes as a cup-bearer, I'll become one too
if he comes as an ascetic, I'll become a pious pilgrim.
If he pretends to be a madman, I'll become a perfect fool
if he tries to escape, I will become a mighty hunter.
Yet when I complain about my sleepless nights
he mocks me and says I do not pray enough,
when I ask him for a favor he sends me off.
What am I to do but surrender
to the will of my Beloved
(Surrender to the will of my Beloved)