Drink With The Beloved

Let me pause to marvel ath the fact that my desk is clear enough that I can place Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on it without moving anything aside, and there's still plenty of surface visible around it. The result of the removal of a tall kitchen bag of garbage.


The following is a Sufi song I first heard some time ago. It's one of the songs I sing while waiting, walking, or just goofing off:

Drink the wine down, tip the glass,
Drink with the Beloved.
Take each breath like its your last,
Drink with the Beloved.
We're a caravan you see
Moving towards our destiny
You must find the eyes to see,
Drink with the Beloved.

La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah

Go to the East, go to the West,
Drink with the Beloved.
You can’t escape this birth or death
Drink with the Beloved
Drink the cup of loving down.
Truly this is drink or drown.
What is lost it shall be found,
Drink with the Beloved.

La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah

So listen to the inner call,
Drink with the Beloved.
The tavern masters rise and fall,
Drink with the Beloved.
Watch the drunkards reel and spin
Feel the presence from within
Toasting to the dearest friend,
Drink with the Beloved.

La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah
La'illaha ill'llah