Gather, O companions, for it is not the time for sleep. Whoever sleeps, by God, is not among the companions.
Whoever does not see the garden's face and loses the path to the garden is not like the turning and wailing waterwheel.
O you who have sought the desire of the heart in the world of water and clay, you are running towards a stream where there is no water.
Rise from the sky of the heart, O moon, and turn the night into day, so that the night-faced one does not say that tonight is not a moonlit night.
May my heart be unaware of his place and abode if my heart is not trembling from his love like quicksilver.