THE MYSTERY OF INTOXICATION
Open the door so that the beloved tries to drink from the jar,
Reveals her own heart confidence by the intoxication.
Tell the friends to approach the tavern,
So that the Beloved expresses her languor.
Unveill your sorrowful heart so that the friend,
Let his tears role down.
Tell the flower to blossom in the garden,
So that the sacred bird expresses the secret.
To the poor darvish’s door, bring forth a cup,
So that to the old and young the heart's secret will tell.
The nighingale is lamenting in the garden like the lovers,
As if the sorrows of the autumn is accounting.
Let the heart sick of the beloved's face,
Mooning due to its own pain.