Land of the rising sun

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.