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The Friend is toggling me like a camel; in what train is He dragging His drunken camel?
My heart, be seated near that person who has experience of the heart, go under that tree which bears fresh blossoms.
A fair idol that all the night teaches tricks to Venus and the moon, his two eyes by witchery sew up the two eyes of heaven.
My heart is like an oyster shell, the Beloved’s phantom is the pearl; now I am no more contained, for this house is filled with Him.
Once again the drunkards’ head from drunkenness has come into prostration; has perchance that minstrel of the souls struck up music from the veil?
The month of December has departed, and January too; come, for the spring has come, the earth is green and joyous, the time of the tulips has come.
Today your beauty has another lineament, today your delectable lip has another sweetmeat;
Morn-arising friends, who is there that discovers the dawn, who discovers us dancing in confusion like atoms?
Friend, is sugar sweeter or He who makes the sugar? Friend, is the moon fairer or He who makes the moon?