THERE IS AND THERE IS NOT
The world in your praise in clamour and anxiety there is and there is not,
The wine from your hand in the jug there is and there is not.
The light of your face within the hearts inflamed was and was not,
The love of your face in the hearts of the old and the young there is and there is not.
The nightingale upon the rose branch, in your praise sang and sang not,
In desert and in wilderness the aroma of your hair there is and there is not.
Confabulation due to my faint face to Her said and said not,
The fortitude and the patiencetorn into the pieces is and is not.
My soul to that beloved sacrificed was and was not,
The soul of benevolent ones upon the churn of the beloved’s soil is and is not.
The love caravan in his dream went and went not,
The soul of hunderds of caravans in this plea is and is not.