Happy Is The Moment We Sit Together,

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Only From The Heart Can You Touch The Sky.

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

Hall Of Love Has Ten Thousand Swords. Don't Be Afraid To Use One.