What would happen, youth, if you become a lover like me -
every day madness, every night weeping.
His image not out of your eyes for an instant -
two hundred lights in your eyes from that face.
You would cut yourself off from your friends,
you would wash your hands of the world:
"I have detached myself from myself,
I have become totally Yours.
"When I mix with these people, I am water with oil,
outwardly joined, inwardly separate."
Leaving behind all selfish desires, you would become mad,
but not any madness a doctor could cure.
If for an instant the physicians tasted this heartache,
they would escape their chains and tear up their books.
Enough! Leave all this behind, seek a mine of sugar!
Become effaced in that sugar like milk in pastry.