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Consorts of the Moon are your two Mars, which are those two eyes of yours, Darling; with that H¯ar¯ut and M¯ar¯ut of yours draw the litigious ones to Babylon.
The fair one whom I am seeking with all my soul I do not see amongst those present here.
Last night I went into the midst of the assembly of my king; I saw my soul in a beaker in the hand of the saki.
I am you, you are I, O friend; do not depart from your own breast; do not deem yourself other, do not drive yourself from your own door.