" O lovers, lovers, this day you ... and we ... are fallen 
into a whirlpool: who knows how to swim?
Though the world's torrent should overflow and 
every wave become like a dromedary, why shall 
the waterfowl worry? It is the bird of the air that 
should be anxious. 

Our face are lighted up with gratitude, schooled 
as we are in wave and sea, inasmuch as ocean 
and flood are life- increasing to the fish. 

Elder, hand us a towel; water , let us plunge into 
you; Moses son of 'Imran, come, smite the water 
of the sea with your staff! 

This wind concots in every head a different passion;
let my passion be for yonder cupbearer, and you may
have all the rest! 

Yesterday you saki on the way snatched the caps of 
the drunkards ; today he is giving yet more wine, 
preparing to strip us of our robes. 

O envy of the Moon and Jupiter, with us , yet hidden 
from sight like a peri, gently, gently you are drawing
me on - will you not say whither? 

Wherever you go, you are with me still, you who are my 
eyes and my brightness, if you will, draw me to ....
drunkenness. "