It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire,and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze.The day on which you arewithout passionate loveis the most wasted day of your life.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

A book of verses underneath the boughA flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thouBeside me singing in the wildernessAnd wilderness is paradise now.

For the sake of beloved that so I fall into troublesShe is enamored of someone, she is also woeful, too.Remedy of my sorrow, in her own sufferingWhen the doctor becomes sick, whom should he go?

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.