There's a snake lurking in the grass.
Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.
It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.
O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses
Passion and strife bow down the mind