Those who live by bread alone will submit, for the sake of it, to the vilest abuse, like a hungry dog. - Jamie Oliver

Thou, for whose love I've sacrifice existence,
Art, yet art not, the sum of earth's existence,
Earth lacks true Being, yet depends thereon—
Thou art true Being, Thou art pure existence
The Loved One is quite colourless, O heart,
Be not engrossed with colours, then, O heart
All colours come from what is colourless,
And 'who can dye so well as God,' O heart?

Were Women all like those whom here I name,
Woman to man I surely would prefer;
The Sun is feminine, nor deems it shame;
The Moon, though masculine, depends on her.

The pain night will be ended
And separation pain will be remedied
Unaware of this fact that this night is so long
And from that night to morning there are hundred years.