Dawn fills my glass with the wine of the Sun

Dawn fills my glass with the wine of the Sun;
my heart drinks the light of the Ancient One.

Cry and cry to forever drown in his Bliss:
swallow your blood tears to receive his kiss.

Give up hope of all your presumed merit:
the Master’s mercy precludes disrespect.

All truth and beauty lie buried in mud;
only his bright Name can reveal the Word.

The beloved will draw aside her black veil,
when the lover renounces his charming tale.

The misery of ten thousand sordid lives
is removed by a single glance of her eyes.

Darvish is smashed on the image of the Friend:
the light of her face intoxicates the rend.




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