“Have you ever seen any lover who was satiated with this passion? Have you ever seen any fish that had become satiated with this sea? In separation, the lover is like a name empty of meaning; but a meaning such as belovedness has no need of names. You are the sea, I am a fish—hold me as you desire; show compassion, exercise kingly power—without you, I remain alone. Without you, the world is a torment; may it not be without you for a single instant; by your life I implore this, for life without you is a torture and an agony to me.”
