Birdsong from Inside the Egg

Playing the beloved to awaken the unconscious lover  
He was gently pulling him from his unconsciousness, speaking kindly, the world's leader  
The king shouted in his ear, "O beggar, I have brought you gold, open your lap."  
Your soul, which was trembling in my absence, when I reached you, why did it flee?  
O you who have seen hot and cold in my absence, come to yourself from unconsciousness and return.  
A bird foolishly invites a camel to its home as a guest.  
When the camel steps into the bird's house, the house is destroyed and the roof collapses.  
The bird's house is our mind and intellect, the wise mind seeks God's camel.  
When the camel enters its mud and water, neither the mud remains nor its soul and heart.  
The grace of love made man curious, from this curiosity, he is oppressive and ignorant.  
He is ignorant and in this difficult hunt, a rabbit drags a lion by its side.  
How could he pull a lion by his side if he knew and saw the lion?  
He is oppressive to himself and his soul, see the oppression that takes him from justice.  
His ignorance is the master of sciences, his oppression has become guidance for justice.  
His hand took the tail that had gone, then it comes when I give him the tail.  
When this dead body becomes alive with me, it is my soul that turns to me.  
I will make him from this noble soul, the soul I give will see my generosity.  
The unworthy soul does not see the face of the friend, except for the soul that originates from his abode.  
I slaughter this friend like a butcher so that his exquisite essence leaves the skin.  
He said, "O soul that fled from calamity, we have opened the call to our union."  
O our own self, your unconsciousness and intoxication, O from our being, your eternal existence.  
With you, without lips, I speak anew, listen to the old secrets.  
For those lips flee from this breath, hidden on the riverbank, it emerges.  
Open the ear of earlessness in this breath, for the secret of 'God does what He wills.'  
When he heard the call of union, little by little, the dead began to move.  
Not less than the dust that, from the breeze's flirtation, wears green and rises from annihilation.  
Not less than the water of sperm, from which Josephs are born with faces like the sun.  
Not less than the wind that, by the command of 'Be,' becomes a peacock and a sweet-speaking bird in the womb.  
Not less than the mountain stone, from which a camel is born, that camel gave birth to a camel.  
Pass beyond all this, not that essence of non-existence, a world is born and gives birth moment by moment.