The lover drinks
and the cup-bearer pours.
The lover thinks
but the cup-bearer knows:
love begets love.
Since this wine is love,
then this cup is love,
then this tavern is love,
then this life is love.

One sip of this wine
and you will go mad with drunkenness.
You will drop your masks
and tear your clothes — destroying
everything that separates you from the Lover.
Once you taste the fruit of this vine,
you will be kicked out of the city of yourself.
You will forget the world. You will forget yourself.
I tell you:
you will become a madman
who wanders the streets looking for the Lover
once you drink this Wine of Love.

Find me.
Seduce me.
I want to be in love with you.

To live in love is my life’s purpose.

Put down your glass,
it is time to dance.
If you want to get drunk
all you need is to drink love.
Put down your pipe
and do away with these childish toys.
If you want to get high
all you need is to breathe love.
Now,
can I have this dance?

How can you be a lover of love
and not be a lover of God?
It is impossible.