Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
You’re a song, a wished-for song.
My beloved grows right out of my own heart. How much more union can there be.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.