Part 69 (1/2)

15.

In the region of hope, form as many friends as you can; in the time of existence, bind yourself to a perfect friend, for, know well that a hundred Kaabas, made of earth and water, are not worth one heart. Leave, then, thy Kaabas and rather seek a heart.

16.

When I take in my hand a cup of wine and, in the joy of my soul, become intoxicate, then, in that state of fire which devours me, I see a hundred miracles grow real, and words, clear as the most limpid water, come to explain the mystery of all things.

17.

Since the duration of a day is only two stages, make haste to drink wine, the limpid wine; for know well that you near the end of your vanis.h.i.+ng existence. And, since you know that this world drags all to decay, be wise, and, also, day and night be drenched in wine.

18.

We who give ourselves up to the will of wine offer with joy our souls in holocaust to the laughing lips of the juice divine. Oh! rapturous sight! Our cup-bearer holds in one hand the neck of the flask and in the other the cup overflowing, as if inviting us to receive the purest of the blood!

19.

Yes, we, seated in the midst of this treasure in ruins, surrounded by wine and dancers, have put in p.a.w.n [in order to procure them] all that we possess: soul, heart, goods--everything but the cup. We are thus freed from hope of pardon and fear of punishment. We are beyond the air, the earth, and fire and water.

20.

The distance which separates incredulity from faith is but a breath,--that which separates doubt from certainty is equally but a breath. Let us, then, pa.s.s this precious s.p.a.ce of a breath gaily, for our life also is only separated [from death] by the s.p.a.ce of a breath.

21.

O Wheel of Destiny! destruction comes of thy implacable hate. Tyranny for thee is an act of predilection which thou hast committed from the commencement of centuries; and thou, also, O Earth, if one search in thy bosom, what inappreciable treasures will he not find there!

22.

My turn of existence has slipped around in a few days.

It has pa.s.sed as pa.s.ses the wind over the desert. Then, while remains to me a breath of life, two days shall be for which I never need be troubled, the day which has not come and that which now has pa.s.sed.

23.

This priceless ruby comes from a mine of its own, this rare pearl is pregnant with a character its own; our different dogmas on this matter are erroneous, since the enigma of perfect love is explained in a language of its own [and that is not conveyed to us].

24.

Since to-day is my turn for youth, I intend to pa.s.s it in drinking wine, for that is my pleasure. Begin not to talk of its bitterness, to speak ill of this delicious juice, for it is agreeable, and is only bitter because it enforces the bitterness of my life.