It gives you an inner occupation so that you do not turn outward.
God gives the sip of wine to those who become intoxicated from both worlds.
He has placed a property in the hand of hashish that temporarily frees one from oneself.
God makes sleep in such a way that it uproots thought from both worlds.
He made Majnun a shell of love so that he could not distinguish enemy from friend.
He holds hundreds of thousands like this to assign them to your perceptions.
There are wines of misfortune for the soul that lead that evil astray.
There are wines of fortune for the intellect that find the abode without transfer.
The tent of the sky, from its own intoxication, uproots and takes the path ahead.
Beware, do not be proud of intoxication, O heart; Jesus is intoxicated with God, seek the intoxicated donkey.
Seek such wine from these vats, its intoxication is not from short tails.
For every beloved is like a full vat, one is painful and the other pure as a pearl.
O wine connoisseur, taste with caution until you find a wine free from mixture.
Both give you intoxication, but this one leads you, pulling you towards the Lord of Religion.