|I wish, O Dear One,|
That you were also a lover, like me.
You spend all your days with that craziness
And all your nights crying.
I wish the image of the beloved
Wouldn't go away for even one moment.
Two hundred glories would reach
Both eyes from that.
Eyes would have hundreds of
Points of brilliance from that light.
I wish you would give up friends and family
Stay out of both worlds.
And say, "I slipped out of myself and surrendered to you,"
When I talk, or try to be with people,
I am like water, they are like oil.
I am with them outside, but inside
I am separated from them.
I wish you would give up fancies and desires;
Become crazy, insane, be chained.
But, not the type of craziness
Caused by changes in your blood
Or personality problems that are
Treated by a doctor.
If doctors should ever taste this trouble,
They would be free from their boundaries;
Tear up their books.
Give up all this.
Search for the source of sugar.
Find the mine of sugar.
Get out of yourself.
Melt in the sugar
Like milk dissolves and disappears
In the grain.