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If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
Without you, Darling, in both worlds I have seen no joy; many wonders I have seen, a wonder like you I have not seen.
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.