Heart pure of breath and firm of foot, you came in order to warn the best of communities.
Only at the direction of the heart you set your head like a pen on the page of eternal love.
In joy at your air and your justice we are dancing like a pennant.
Master, whither are you going, dancing? Towards liberation and the place of the plain of nonexistence.
Master, say, which nonexistence in this? The ear of eternity knows the letter of eternity.
Love is a stranger, and his tongue is strange, like that Arab stranger in Persia.
Rise up, for I have brought you a tale; give ear to your servant neither more nor less;
Give ear to this strange speech; the tale is strange, and the speaker too.
From the face of that Joseph the bottom of the well became bright and happy as the Garden of Iram;
That prison became a palace with orchards and meadows, Paradise, and a royal hall and vestibule of sanctity.
As when you fling a clod into the water, the water that very moment parts open;
Like a night of cloud, when the sun of dawn suddenly puts up its head from the well of grief;
Like the wine which the Bedouin drank and said, “God bless its jar and praise God”;
Out of the joy of this imprisonment in humiliation and loss he [Joseph] looks upon the high-exalted heaven.
Reason be not envious of my mouth; God has born witness and counted the blessings.
Though the tree drinks hidden water, there is clearly seen on its branches what it has concealed.
Whatever the earth has stolen from heaven, it yields up momently in the season of spring.
Whether you have stolen a bead or a jewel, whether you have hoisted a flag or a pen,
Night has departed, and lo, your day has arrived; the sleeper shall see that which he has dreamed of.
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