Nothing but streams,
Continuous
In their nudity-
This is love.
I'm the one who say's:
An analogue finds tranquility in his analogue,
An analogue is connected with his analogue.
I'm the one who says:
The elements of the souls are homo geneous, and in equals
There is congruence. I'm the one who says:
I've experienced
And I've seen.
Take what I've learnt about myself and women-
Love is a mixer of similar souls.

The secret of the necklace is in you,
The secret of dissipation is in you,
O soul that is in possession of
The light worlds
I'm the one who says;
What is firmly established in the soul
Will only perish at death.
Fly high, then,
Fly in the space of the tattoo,
Head for
The call of water.
With desire have I put a necklace
Around your neck, O soul,
Urged on by another cloud.