" Are these words or tears?
Is weeping speech?
What shall I do my love?

So the lover speaks, and everyone around 
begins to cry with him, laughing crazily, 
moaning in the spreading union 
of lover and Beloved.

This is the true religion.
All others are thrown- away bandages beside it. 

This is the sema of slavery and mastery ..... 
dancing together. 
This is the not- being.

I know these dancers 
day and night I sing their songs 
in this phenomenal cage. "