O lovers, O lovers, it is time to
abandon the world;
The drum of departure reaches my spiritual ear
Behold, the driver has risen and made ready the
files of camels,
And begged us to acquit him of blame: why, O
travelers, are you asleep?
These sounds before and behind are the noise of
departure and of the camel-bells;
With each moment a soul and a spirit is setting
off into the Void.
From these stars like inverted candles, from
these blue awnings of the sky
There has come forth a wondrous people, that the
mysteries may be revealed.
A heavy slumber fell upon thee from the circling
Alas for this life so light, beware of this
slumber so heavy!
O soul, seek the Beloved, O friend, seek the
O watchman, be wakeful: it behooves not a
watchman to sleep.
On every side is clamor and tumult, in every
street are candles and torches,
For to-night the teeming world gives birth to
the world everlasting.
T'hou wert dust and art spirit, thou wert
ignorant and art wise;
He who has led thee thus far will lead thee
How pleasant are the pains he makes thee suffer
while he gently draws thee to himself!
His flames are as water: do not frown upon him.
To dwell in the soul is his task, to break vows
of penitence is his task;
By his manifold artifice these atoms are
trembling at their core.
O ridiculous puppet that leapest out of thy hole,
as if to say, 'I am the lord of the land,'
How long wilt thou leap? Abase thyself, or
they will bend thee, like a bow.
Thou didst sow the seed of deceit, thou didst
indulge in derision,
Thou didst regard God as nothing: see now, O
O ass, thou wert best with straw; thou art a
caldron: thou wert best black;
Thou wert best at the bottom of a well, O
disgrace of thy house and family!
In me there is Another by whom these eyes
If water scalds, 'tis by fire; understand this.
I have no stone in my hand, I have no quarrel
with any one,
I deal harshly with none, because I am sweet as
a garden of roses.
Mine eye, then, is from that source and from
Here a world and there a world: I am seated on
On the threshold are they alone whose eloquence
'Tis enough to utter this intimation: say no
more, draw back thy tongue.