Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.
The world is nothing but a moment.
Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
Light the incense! You have to burn to be fragrant.
Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.