Either the union of the beloved is needed, or wine for the companions

Since the sea is not at hand, put your foot in the stream of water

Those companions are like the soul, and the rest are eternal

In gentleness like water, and in generosity like clouds

Companions of the water of life, the Khidrs of the sky

The life of every edifice, the treasures of every ruin

The water of the beloved is light, this gentle and that subtle

Both are flirting, but not out of spite, rather out of calculation

When water in a basin or stream is shaken from the hand

Light on the wall also begins to tremble

The sweat of kinship, brother, makes a kind of resurrection

Look for yourself, I am silent, and the air is the knowledge of the right