You say, My sweetness is worth many pearls. I say I have no pearls.
You say, Borrow some. You must make a net of pearls to catch me in.
Or maybe you came to the wrong address. This is a gambling house. Here you must have valuables to risk.
If you do not want to do that, leave. We are outlaws. Whatever you bring we tear to pieces.
We are kinder than anyone you have ever met, but we do destroy what you own, your fine clothes, even your mustache.
There are those who collect things
and those who disperse them.
Your body must become soul, every hair tip quivering with spontaneous life.
Recognize lovers by how they tremble. How much is a tear worth? A look. We are servants to that, not born out of father or mother.
If you do not live inside this face, sit behind like the nape of the neck, or advance in front like a blunt shield, noticing how grateful people are
for a single glance from the friend.