Sleep On...

You, who are not kept anxiously awake for love’s sake,
Sleep on…
In restless search for that river,
I hurry along;
You, whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed,
Sleep on…

Love’s place is out beyond the many separate sects;
Since you love choosing and excluding,
Sleep on…
Love’s face is my sunrise, his smile my supper;
You, whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for lust,
Sleep on…

In search of the philosopher’s stone, I am melting like copper;
You, whose philosopher’s stone is worldly chattels,
Sleep on…
I have abandoned hope for my ambiguous brain and heart;
You, who wish for a lucid head and unsullied brain,
Sleep on…

I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words vanish;
You, who are still clad in your clothes,
Sleep on…