Come, beloved.
But before
We enter
Our temple
Of love,
Let us first
Take off
Our sandals,
Our hats,
Our clothes.
Let us offer
Our flowers,
Our fruits,
Our bread,
To the hungry,
And to the poor.
Let us light
Our candles
For the night
Of the nights.

Come, beloved.
But before
We hold
Our hands,
And embrace
Each other,
Let us first
Kneel down,
And pray
To the beloved
Of the beloved.

Come, beloved.
But before
Our lips
Meet in
A sacred kiss,
Let us first
Sit down,
Side by side,
On the ground,
Next to
The candlelight,
And read
A love poem,
From the Zaboor,
From the Bible,
From the Quran.

Come, beloved.
But before
We drink
Our cup
Of red wine,
Let us first
Sing together,
Let us dance,
Let us whirl,
Like a drunken
Butterfly,
For a while.

Come, beloved.
But before
Our bodies
Melt and
Become one,
Let our souls
Embrace.
Let us become
A love tree,
Bearing thousands
Of heavenly,
Passion fruits,
And offering
Its shade,
Its fruits,
Its wine,
To the lovers
Of mankind.