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Go, lay your head on the pillow, let me alone; leave me ruined and night-faring and afflicted as I am.
Did you see what January said? Lay brushwood like a stack: if December brought not cold, the cold of both be on me.
Sit with lovers, altogether choose loverhood; be not for a moment companion with him who is not a lover.
I have heard that you are intending to journey; do not. That you give your love to another friend and companion; do not.
Give yourself a kiss, silvery-bodied idol; you who are in Cathay, do not search for yourself in Khotan.
Whatever you do, know it is done by Me; whatever the body does, the Soul has done it.
By your own life I implore, do not withdraw from this heartless wretch; suffer me still, do not make for your house.