Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.
Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.
Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.
I should be suspicious of what I want.
O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.