1. Give me a pure sip, without any blend
My comfort, that's my comfort and healing

2. If a drop of it pours into a bottle
Its translucence lights up, glowing, illuminating

3. And if a rogue tastes a draught
It satisfies him with a secret he guards closely

4. And if a follower has a swig
It whispers to him in clear revealed truth

5. He becomes lost in an intense bewilderment
In which there’s no interpretation nor solution

6. He finds rest from turmoil, as though
Lutes and flutes soothed him

7. A holy scent wafts over him
In the shade of an ever stirring portal

8. If one day some remains in him
It will purposefully lead him on the right path

9. And if the intoxication of pure wine takes hold of him
He must patiently await al-Hallaj’s fate

10. The most refined drink, he who tastes it
Is guided by the light of a lamp

11. Is to see none but the Truth itself
And all are compelled towards it, willingly or not