Live the life of the living! For to the true lover, Reunion is life and separation is death. His breast is void of patience, And his heart knows no rest. A myriad lives he would forsake, To hasten to the abode Of his beloved. Cry out, oh my soul! For whither would a lover go, Save to the land of his beloved? Weep, oh my spirit! For what seeker findeth rest Away from his heart's desire? For what fire would seek a stone, With which to kindle its light? And where is the river that splashes Through brooklets to enter the sea? Will the moon shed light on the sun, Or a babe give birth to its mother? Cry out, oh my soul! For whither would a lover go, Save to the land of his beloved? Weep, oh my spirit! For what seeker findeth rest Away from his heart's desire? Cry out, oh my soul! For whither would a lover go, Save to the land of his beloved? Weep, oh my spirit! For what seeker findeth rest Away from his heart's desire?
