Like a love whose foundation is built on air,

Such a love, full of turmoil and dominion, is rare.

Do you wonder about the travelers on the way?

Who drown in the sea of meaning every day?

Engaged with the beloved, obsessed with soul's fire,

In the remembrance of the beloved, lost to the world's desire.

In the remembrance of God, from the people they flee,

Like a drunken cupbearer, spilling wine heedlessly.

No medicine or remedy can cure their plight,

For none knows the depth of their hidden plight.

From the beginning, the covenant echoed in their ear,

With a shout of 'Yes!' they answered in fiery cheer.

Some lead a life of seclusion with acts refined,

Their feet on dust, their breath a flame unlined.

With a single cry, they move mountains from their place,

With one moan, they cause cities to fall from grace.

Like the wind, they move unseen with quick pace,

Like stones, they are silent, in prayer they embrace.

At dawn they weep so much that the tears they release,

Wash away sleep’s darkness, bringing inner peace.

Their horses are exhausted from the nights they have run,

At dawn they roar, halted, yet still they have won.

Night and day, they are lost in the sea of longing and fire,

They do not know if it’s night or day, consumed by desire.

Such a turmoil of beauty, upon the artist’s face displayed,

That with beauty of form, none shall compare or invade.

The true ones gave their hearts not to the skin’s disguise,

If a fool gives, it’s empty, lacking wisdom's prize.

He who drank the wine of unity in his soul’s thirst,

Forgot both the world and the afterlife, where they once rehearsed.