The Lunatic:

In my mind the wine sleeps
And I will not send my khadim to the bazaar
I will not take my full share of the plunder
Nor quince to sweeten the meat
Which has now grown bland and stale
As the food of your body is starved from me

I will not attend my fertile grounds
Let the serpent burrow deep
And poison my pure waters
Let my enemy gather there from
The sullied pool
And send a man among his company
That I might slake my thirst on corrupted waters
And violently end this death
Which is outside the sanctum of your love

Aye even beyond the perimeter of your shadow
Further from you and therefore furthest of all
From all beauty
Further than the wanderer
Who dies in exile endlessly seeking for God
Further than the foulest criminal
Further than the blind man
Who will never know sight again

Yet if I were remembered by you
If I were to stand once more in your sight
And beneath your gaze
Would I be transformed
Into the gold which flows
From the dark estuaries of your breasts...