Passion burns down every branch of exhaustion;
Passion’s the Supreme Elixir and renews all things;
No one can grow exhausted when passion is born!
Don’t sigh heavily, your brow bleak with boredom;
Look for passion, passion, passion, passion!
Futile solutions deceive the force of passion;
They’re bandits who extort money through lies.
Marshy and stagnant water’s no cure for thirst
However limpid and delicious it might look,
It’ll only trap you and stop your looking for fresh rivers
That could feed and make flourish a hundred gardens—
Just as each piece of false gold prevents you
From recognizing real gold and where to find it.
False gold will only cut your feet and bind your wings,
Saying, “I will remove your difficulties,” when, in fact,
It is only dregs, and defeat in the robes of victory.
Run, my friends, run far away from all false solutions!
Let Divine passion triumph and rebirth you in yourself!