Now Sleeping, Now Awake
Now sleeping, now awake, my hart is in constant fervour. It is a covered saucepan, placed on fire. O you! who have offered us from a cup a silencing wine; Each moment a new tale is shouting to be told in silence. In his wrath there are a hundred kindnesess, in his meanness a hundred generosities; In his ignorance immeasurable gnosis, silently speaking like the mind. The words of those whom you have silenced, cannot hear but those whom you have made unconscious; I am both silent and fermenting for you like the sea of Aden!