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Through Love, all that is bitter will be sweet
Through Love, all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love, all dregs will turn to purest wine
Through Love, all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love, the dead will all become alive.
Through Love, the king will turn into a slave!
Through Passion, makes the old medicine new
Through Passion, lops off the bough of weariness.
Through Passion, is the elixir that renews
How can there be weariness, when passion is present?
Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue,
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
The intellectual is always showing off,
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away,
afraid of drowning;
The whole business of love
is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone,
even surrounded by people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover get's nothing.
He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk, It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.