What would happen if you became a lover like me, O youth?

All day in that madness, all night in this weeping

The thought of him has not been hidden from your two eyes for a single moment

For two hundred lights reach your two eyes from that encounter

You have broken away from friends, you have washed your hands of the world

That I have become detached from myself, that I have surrendered to you

Since I pour myself upon these people, I am like water and oil

Outwardly I am connected, but inwardly separate

You have passed beyond desires, you have become bound to madness

Not a madness from phlegm and blood that a physician can give it medicine

That if physicians for a moment tasted of this sorrow

They would jump from their own bonds, they would tear their books

Come, pass over all this, seek the mine of sugar

That you may be annihilated in that sugar, like milk in a sweet stew