Do you know, with the beloved, the truth of companionship and friendship, everything I said last night in my delirium and illness? If suddenly God's decree hears these things, that moon knows what a madman says in the dark night. When there is no reason at home, the tale is confused, sometimes low and sometimes high, sometimes war and sometimes lament. If God distributes my madness to the world, you will not see a single wise person remain devoid of reason. Oh reason, are you pouring all your whispers on me? Oh cloud, are you raining intoxicating wine on me? Muslims, Muslims, keep your hearts, let no one come near me, neither as a spectator nor as a lover.