Are you coming to the tree? I'm almost there, my friend. Come sit here with me under her branches. Taste the white grapes. They are more sweet than any other fruit. Ignore those who point and mock us—it profits them nothing, and we have these grapes to feast on. Sit here for a while; sing, write, and dance under the tree with me. I'll hand you some of the fruit so you can taste and understand his love for you and I.
Look at those who point and mock at us real quickly. They stand in large buildings that have little to no foundation. They're blind, and it's quite a sad scene to look at. I hope they will see and walk out of there, and come here to taste these white fruits from this bright tree, so they can also taste of this love. The name of the building is Babylon—and great and terrible will it be for those who fall inside.
When you taste her sweet grapes, you are never quite the same. You'll want to share them with everyone you know. Nothing can be so exquisite and so sweet as the joy you taste here under her branches and with her fruit. There was so much exquisite pain to reach the tree, but O how sweet it is now that we are here! Come have some more, and give it out to those who search. The burning in our hearts is so powerful and Oh so sweet!