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When laughter leaps forth from me, I keep laughter hidden from him; I make a sour face at him; I shout and scream at him.
Whatever comes of the world’s affairs, how does that affect your business? If the two worlds have become an idol-temple, where is that roguish idol of yours?
Say, how shall a part of the world depart from the world? How shall moisture escape from water, one leap from two?
The rock splits open in yearning to encounter you; the soul beats wing and pinion in the joy of your air.
Again I am raging. I am in such a state by your soul that every bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
All my six directions, Beloved, are graven with your beauty, you shine in the mirror, since it has been polished by you.
Both aware and untimely he came as my guest; my heart said, “Who has come?” My soul said, “The moonfaced moon.”
From these depths depart towards heaven; may your soul be happy, journey joyfully.