Be happy, dear beloved, as long as your youth is fresh and delightful. But your days are few - you have grown weary, and now your body has grown old.
Come, dear sisters - let us join together. I am a sacrifice to the one who tells me of my Beloved.
Forgetting your Dear Lord, you enjoy corrupt pleasures, and so you shall have to embrace red-hot pillars
Meditate on your Dear Lord, and be dead to the world; renounce your love of duality