Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains

My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.

Loosen The Bonds Of Avarice From Your Hands And Neck.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.