Tonight, in love, we're going to the door of the Friend;
In madness, we're setting out in search of the Beloved.

Tonight, well leave behind the city of the self,
And make our way to His lane to meet Him as He has promised.

Tonight, our jug is broken and our goblet lost;
Bereft of self, were going to the Vintner's house.

Tonight, well rend our garments at the feast of love and madness;
Away from peoples eyes, well pursue the Beloved.

Tonight, were filled with joy and at last have the chance
To create an uproar, to cry out hay-u hu again and again.

Tonight, on loves feet, well erase with wine
All these endless lines drawn by the mind.

Tonight, we've resolved to see that Light - bestower of the soul,
As we proceed like a comet whose orbit approaches the sun.




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