Number 6

Pour me the wine of oneness, cupbearer. Free me for one moment from myself, from my chains and my releasing. With the pure wine of oneness, dissolve me so completely that I pass away from what perishes and endure with the One who endures. Let me drink its nectar from the cup of His face, perfume me with His fragrance and the taste of those who truly taste. The pure wine of oneness can free me from the grip of idolatry and unbelief, of religion, hypocrisy and pretense. Do not ask me about my grace, my gathering, my union, nor about my loss, my ecstasy, or the states of my longing. You are like my separation and my union, my parting and my gathering; you are like my loss and my ecstasy, and even more than I, you are the one who longs. Do you not see my condition? Do you not see my mind? Do you not see my essence, my names, and my character? It is you who gaze from the eyes of lovers upon the faces of the beautiful, for you are the beauty of every lovely one and the light in the eyes of lovers. I do not know who this Maghrebi himself is, who keeps saying: I am the sun that has risen, and this is the light of my dawning.