There’s one spirit in countless bodies,

one oil in countless almonds

one meaning in countless words

uttered by countless tongues.

Shatter the jugs. The water is one.

Steeped in union, the heart remembers

a world beyond words.

Soul, send the news.

Sun and moon of mine, you’ve come

My sight, my hearing, you’ve come

Ecstasy, you’ve come.

Eyes filled with sun,

harvest of all my longing, you’ve come.

Desert bandit,

penance breaker,

silver moon beloved, you’ve come.

Lantern in hand, I searched for you last night.

Today, you’re on my path, a bouquet of flowers.

It’s lucky to hear the flutes for dancing

coming down the road. The ground is glowing,

the table set in the yard.

We will drink all this wine tonight

because it’s Spring. It is.

It’s a growing sea. We’re clouds

over the sea,

or flecks of matter

in the ocean when the ocean seems lit from within.

I know I’m drunk when I start this ocean talk.

Would you like to see the moon split

in half with one throw?

Silence!

I’m in a hurry. Leave the paper. Break the pen.

The cupbearer is here, just in hand.

Meet us in the land of insight,

camped under ecstasy’s flag.

Colorless, nameless, free—

that’s what I am. . .

The ocean I am drowned in the ocean I am —

shoreless, boundless. wonderful.

Don’t look for me in this world or that world.

Both worlds are lost in the world I am —