Don't try to steer the boat. Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.

We must die to become true human beings.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.

Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.

I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.