Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake,

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.

If In Thirst You Drink Water From A Cup, You See God In It. Those Who Are Not In Love With God Will See Only Their Own Faces In It.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You.