The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty
Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.
Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.