The hurt you embrace becomes joy.

Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.