1. The coast of the monastery is perplexed, ask the sparrows about it
Blonde, whom wine has consecrated

2. Red, yellow after blending you’d think her
Above a throne of ruby Balkis

3. She showed us her hot face and uncovered
For us the veil at the Tor Mountain amiably

4. How many nights did I spend beneath the darkness drinking her
With the monks watering her are the chalices

5. We wandered with monks who busied themselves
At the abbeys seeking the laws

6. We come to churches and monks have worn
The garb of darkness and we see no bells

7. I asked Thomas what her cupbearer was
He answered symbolically and told tales

8. He informed me of Simeon's era, her informers
Yousef and Thomas and John and George

9. That she traveled to the Tor and gushed forth
Her lights so she became fire and amiability

10. And she is the wine that was sanctified
Her chalices of passionate love established

11. Blended and decanted we drank her and how often did she hurl
With her meteors sorrows of care versified

12. From me to me she appeared in existence and vanished
From me visions while she is the eye masks

13. So I became neither where nor am I
The shadow pitched its tent when quintessentiated

14. And the secret of that shadow informs me
Of Adam the eye for the heavens and Iblees

15. So the witness became the witnessed and denied
Trinity, illusion, quadrinity and quintessence

16. By God stop O monk shadows
Are clarified in the mirror of existence masked

17. So attract its spectacles in existence and negate with it
From it and be its essence outwardly and slyly

18. What has passed in existence I made present
When I negated measurements

19. And a present has passed for us when
Our times challenged and we sipped from Jesus