A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
All through eternity
Beauty unveils His exquisite form
in the solitude of nothingness;
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;