Love is sweeter than wine; Its mere thought intoxicates. Nothing better than sweet memories of love To overcome the pain of loneliness! Is it because of my lover’s incomplete thoughts That my sneeze passes off incomplete? No doubt my lord abides in my heart. Do I also likewise abide in his? Having kept me out of his heart, Is he not ashamed to enter mine? You know why I live? To live in remembrance of the days I lived in union with him. What will happen if I forget him, When his memory itself burns my heart? He never resents, however much I think of him. Isn’t it an honor from my lover? My dear life wastes thinking of his cruelty; For once he said we are not different. Hail Moon! Set not till I set my eyes on him Who left me but not from my heart.