The intellectual is always showing off,
The lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away.
Afraid of drowning;
The whole business of love,
Is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
Lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone.
Even surrounded by people;
Like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble
Of giving advice to a lover
Get nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk. It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.
