“Don’t die dry,” declares the drunken dervish.

“Don’t heed the devil’s words,” replies the clergy,

“He’s disorienting you”. “The Divine isn’t dry,” says the dervish

“Divine is not disoriented, you fool,” replies the clergy.

Dervish then declares, “Dig deep, diligently in the chalice of your heart,

Divine delirium rests there and more”. “Pass it on,

Pass it on to this clergy. For he only knows, dry is a matter of abstaining wine”

“What does he know, of soaking wet in love?”

“What does he know, of reeking in love?”

“What does he know, of getting drunk on love?”

“He’s never met the Divine”.