Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.

When first you enter Wisdom's sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.

Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul - His dancing breaks beyond the mind's control.

The fruit of love's great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

A thousand for his love expired each day, And those who saw his face, in blank dismay Would rave and grieve and mourn their lives away- To die for love of that bewitching sight Was worth a hundred lives without his light. None could survive his absence patiently, None could endure this king's proximity- How strange it was that man could neither brook The presence nor the absence of his look!

This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one's true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.