Hair disheveled, smiling lips, sweating and tipsy,
garment torn, singing a love song, glass in hand,
picking a quarrel, chanting a spell,
yesterday at midnight she came and sat by my bed.
If you’ve melted your desires
in the river of time, choose
to be a recluse, or choose
a family, the village job.
If you know the pure Lord within you,
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