How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
I am happy even before I have a reason.