You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on. br In restless search for that river, we hurry along; br you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on. br Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects; br since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on. br Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper; br you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on. br In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper; br you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on. br I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for br a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on. br I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go; br you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.