Banquet of the Walia (Spiritual Friends)
The savor of the Friend Lingers in my heart like and ancient wine By God's grace I drink this draught Until lost in ecstasy. Oh beloved divine Friends, It should not be told how the heart melts in your wine for words are but an echo in the face of our holy communion. Yet how my heart would grieve not to tell such a tale of divine intoxication. Within this tavern built from the fabric of our hearts I have become drunk in Love, such that I cannot even see my face. Oh how my imprisoned heart has longed for such blindness to be free from the terrible tyranny of nufs. Pour us more wine dear Walia and let’s become mudzub. We will light our campfire with the burning of robes. And that dark expanse that separates lover from beloved will melt in our intoxication. Oh dear Walia, I must inform you that Our drinking songs have banished us from the table of the pious; Lament not! For their fare could never s...
