I will sit one day again, on the hillock opposite Chrar, and look at it till it consumes me The fire that still rages in the mountains, Shall claim me then, even as I sit still unable to move Mesmerised by the beauty and purity of fire, Fire, whose fuel is men and stones, shall consume me Only to purify my stained heart, only so that I can sit one day again On the hillock opposite Chrar And look at it till it consumes me, again. I shall live again in the village of Dervishes, And in places, that do not, should not, exist I will whirl away my sorrows even as my sorrows whirl me, insignificant speck, away The wind will claim me, if only to abandon me to the village of dervishes, And in places, which do not, should not, exist. I will drink from the Spring of Hemal Even as the poison shall spread through me, I shall sing of Hejaz and Sheeraz The Thirst quenching virtue of water, shall Take over me as madness shall creep, And claim me again, so that I may drink again From the poisoned wate