Endless Pain

You asked, 'Who are you to me?' I said, 'Your lowest servant.' You asked, 'Are you drunk?' I said, 'Yes, on your cup.' You asked, 'What is your trade?' I said, 'Loving you.' You asked, 'What is your condition?' I said, 'Grief and reproach.' You asked, 'What state are you in?' I said, 'The state of one who gives thanks.' You asked, 'Where did you fall?' I said, 'Into your snare.' You asked, 'What do you want from me?' I said, 'Pain without limit.' You asked, 'This pain, for how long?' I said, 'Until the Day of Judgment.' You asked, 'What do you worship?' I said, 'The beauty of your face.' You asked, 'What lies between us?' I said, 'Much regret.' You asked, 'How are you without me?' I said, 'Like something half slain.' You asked, 'What do you have?' I said, 'Nothing but debts to pay.' You asked, 'Why do you waste away?' I said, 'From fear of losing you.' You asked, 'With whom do you get along?' I said, 'With one greeting from you.' You asked, 'Who is Mohyi?' I said, 'The very one you know.' You asked, 'What sign do you carry?' I said, 'A hundred signs.'