English
Number 14
The fiery wine has come from the hand of the cupbearer of souls;
drink this cup of fire: we place our trust in the Lord.
Swallow the crimson wine, fear neither water nor fire;
rise and dance a while in joy, and see the wine's own generosity.
Seek your perfection within yourself, for you are an ocean of oneness, not a stream;
you are the essence of this wine, you are the whole vocabulary of this sea.
You are that heart-burning king, triumphant and sovereign;
your smallest cup is a sea, your smallest gnat a phoenix.
Do not fear the enemy's tricks; set your foot firmly on the path of love;
step into the valley of safety, for I have crossed this desert myself.
Hear this simple word from me: seize the moment as a prize;
learn from the lover, my dear, and do not put off today until tomorrow.
You are the very soul of the beloved's soul, hidden from people's eyes;
come out from behind your door, for the caravans have loaded and set off.
Wherever that beloved is, I am fresh and glad at heart;
we were where they were, and they were where we were.
Poor Qasim always keeps his hope in you;
you are present, you are watching, you are hidden, you are revealed.