Sweetly parading you go—my soul of soul, go not without me; life of your friends, enter not the garden without me.
Sky, revolve not without me; moon, shine not without me; earth travel not without me, and time, go not without me.
With you this world is joyous, and with you that world is joyous; in this world dwell not without me, and to that world depart not without me.
Vision, know not without me, and tongue, recite not without me; glance behold not without me, and soul, go not without me.
The night through the moon’s light sees its face white; I am night, you are my moon, go not to heaven without me.
The thorn is secure from the fire in the shelter of the rose’s grace: you are the rose, I your thorn; go not into the rose garden without me.
I run in the curve of your mallet when your eye is with me; even so gaze upon me, drive not without me, go not without me.
When, joy, you are companion of the king, drink not without me; when, watchman, you go to the king’s roof, go not without me.
Alas for him who goes on this road without your sign; since you, O signless one, are my sign, go not without me.
Alas for him who goes on this road without any knowledge; you are the knowledge of the road for me; O road-knower, go not without me.
Others call you love, I call you the king of love; O you who are higher than the imagination of this and that, go not without me.
