Don't ask me for the same love, my sweetheart
I thought that life was radiant because of you
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your love-affliction
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of spring
What else is there in the world but for the beauty your eyes
If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to me
This was not so, only my wish for it to be
There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love
There are pleasures other than the delight of our union
Dark, heinous spells of uncountable centuries.
Woven into rich silk and precious brocades
being sold in every corner, bodies,
covered in dirt, drenched in blood.
Bodies, burning in hot ovens of disease
Puss seeping from open, lacerating wounds.
My sight returns to this as well, I am helpless
Your beauty is heart warming still, but I am helpless
There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love
There are pleasures other than the delight our union
Don't ask me for the same love, my sweetheart!
Practical life teaches us that people may differ and that both may be wrong: it also teaches us that people may differ and both be right. Anchor yourself fast in the latter faith, or the former will sweep your heart away.
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