In this river of wine
I love my love with love
Never known before
Don't walk into this river of hope
wearing a robe
You don't take a good bath
wearing your gown
Come naked
In this garden
Without clothes, without figs
I am glad
that you found me
How pure a flame now burns
This thirst
with which I burn
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Fascinating poem. Short, sweet, and straight to the point!