The Boisterous Love
The purity of the Magi temple has sent me into a frenzy,
And reminded me of the days of my drunkenness and that boisterous love.
I set out on the journey to see my beloved,
The wind carrying her scent reached me first and I passed out.
I stumbled upon the district of the wine merchants,
And the desire for wine took me to the wine-seller.
Out of love the infatuated cupbearer called me with his glance,
The resonance of the musician’s voice made me down a few cups.
I began to serve the angelic master at once,
When I became liberated from myself, he adorned me with his ring of devotion.
He then washed away all the images of my existence one by one,
And drew new patterns on my weary soul.
I heard the pleasant call of “I bestow light” from my heart,
The beautiful light of his existence has turned the world into a frenzy.
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