Since You Have made me mad In Your love All my accompanying Doubts have left Through the twin Doors of my face.

The heart in which I now stand jailed For a long time - Is that Judge's, Who has sentenced Me to an infinite Term of love!

Dear stones why Do you rain on My head today? Did you forget That I once held You up as my God?

Drink up, drink up This glass of suffering Bottoms up, Nas, For to endurance Of pain too, Nature has Allotted a share Of ecstatic pleasure!