Once again, I am stirred in such a way that any bond you tie, I will tear apart.
I am like the sky, like the moon, like the candle from your glow; all my reason, all my love, all my soul is for you.
My joy is from your work, my intoxication from your thorn; wherever you turn, I will turn.
I spoke wrongly, but speaking wrongly in this state is not surprising, for at this moment I cannot distinguish the cup from the wine.
I am that madman who binds the mad; I am the Solomon of the mad.
Apart from love, any form that arises from the heart, I will immediately drive out from the heart's courtyard.
Come, you who left, for something that goes comes back; you are not that, nor am I.
O denier, do not deny the hidden truths within the soul, for I will reveal the secret of your fate.
From the love of Shams of Tabriz, from wakefulness and staying up at night, I am like a swirling, scattered particle.
Barks Interpretation
You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out