From the tavern again, what is this scent?

Again, what is this commotion and conversation?

The world is filled with disembodied spirits

The earth and sky are full of clamor and noise

Come, O love, from what vat is this wine?

Point out which way is the tavern

What am I saying? What is indication, since here

A thought that is like a hair cannot fit

That one secret of yours does not come into view

For what comes into thought is fourfold

When it comes from thought to speech, what should I say?

That it is uprooted and the scandal of the neighborhood

From scandal it returns to the sea of the heart

For the heart is a sea and sayings are like streams

The treasure keeper of the sea's jewel is ill-tempered

For what is stream water and what is body-washing clothing?