Because I cannot sleep

Because I cannot sleep

I make music at night.

I am troubled by the

face e has the color of spring flowers.

I have neither sleep nor patience,

a good reputation nor disgrace.

A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.

all my good manners have moved

a thousand miles away.

The heart and the mind

are left angry with each other.

The stars and the moon

are envious of each other.

because of this alienation

the physical universes

getting tighter and tighter.

the moon says, "How long will I remain

suspended without a sun?

Without Love's jewel inside of me,

let the bazaar of my existence

be destroyed stone by stone.

O Love, You who have been

called by a thousand names,

You who know how to pour the wine

into the chalice of the body,

You who give culture

to a thousand cultures,

You who are faceless b

ut have a thousand faces,

O Love, You who shape the faces

of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,

give me a glass from Your bottle,

or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.

Remove the cork once more.

The we'll see a thousand chiefs

prostrate themselves,

and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.

Then the addict will be breed of craving.

and will be resurrected,

and stand in awe till Judgement Day.