Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.
Discard yourself and thereby regain yourself. Spread the trap of humility and ensnare love.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.