Suddenly my Guest appeared. Startled, my heart asked, “Who is there?” “The glorious moon,” answered my soul. The Guest was in the house but we, like lunatics, were running in the streets searching for him. “I am here!” he kept calling from inside while we like doves kept cooing, “Where, where are you?” As when a crowd gathers in the night shouting “Help, help there is a thief!” and the thief who is among them also keeps shouting, his cries mixed with and drowned by the crowd.
