I know a cure for sadness: Let our hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.
Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweller knows the nature of the jewel.
He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.
O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.
Don't forget love; it will bring you all the madness you need to unfurl yourself across the universe.
I went to the root of things, and found nothing but Him alone.