Heart's Desire

Cry out, oh my soul!
For whither would a lover go,
Save to the land of his beloved?
Weep, oh my spirit!
For what seeker findeth rest
Away from his heart's desire?

Live the life of the living!
For to the true lover
Reunion is life and separation is death.
His breast is void of patience,
And his heart knows no rest.
A myriad lives he would forsake
To hasten to the abode
Of his beloved.

For what fire would seek a stone,
With which to kindle its light?
And where is the river that splashes
Through brooklets to enter the sea?
Will the moon shed light on the sun,
Or a babe give birth to its mother?