By her, I departed to her
     from me, never to return;
          one like me never speaks
               of coming back.

Kindly I secluded my soul
     away from my departure;
          never again did I allow it
               to be my companion.

Then I was made to disappear
     from where my soul stood apart,
          that no attribute could appear
               to crowd me in my presence,

And I was made to witness
     my absence when she appeared,
          so I found me, her there,
               in the bridal chamber of my seclusion.

In my witnessing, my existence
     was cast off, and I was far
          from the existence of my witnessing,
               effacing, not transfixing.

I embraced what I witnessed
     by bearing witness to it
          in the effacement of my witness,
               now sober after my drunkenness.

In the sobriety after effacement,
     I was none other than her,
          my essence adorned my essence
               when she removed her veil.