Tonight I am crazy, crazy
with desire for You.
This impassioned heart of mine
is fervently longing for You.
My strength and endurance
have both run out;
now I am waiting, with expectant eyes,
for sublime aspiration from You.
Your face
is turned towards others
as if unaware that my gaze
is fixed upon Your lovely stature.
You wander about drunkenly,
disregarding me,
as if unaware
that all I care about is You.
O potency of every wine,
O motivator of every yearning!
My soul-inflaming intoxication
comes from Your blood-red wine.
O Spirit, O You with the breath of Christ,
O object of man’s adoration!
My heart lies crucified
in Your curls.
Night has departed, dawn is here,
and I am drunk, while You lie languishing;
yet still this impassioned head of mine
has fixed its eyes on Your azure goblet.
Due to separation from You, O source of all desire,
I have melted away,
heading towards Your ocean
afloat on the flood of my tears.
Out of friendship and generosity,
forgive Nurbakhsh,
for tonight I am crazy, crazy
with desire for You.