“He did sense very well that this love, this blind love for his son, was a passion, something very human, that it was Sansara, a murky source, dark waters. Nevertheless, he felt at the same time, it was not worthless, it was necessary, came from the essence of his own being. This pleasure also had to be atoned for, this pain also had to be endured, these foolish acts also had to be committed.”

There is nothing thou must prove

As my weak heart will always be filled with glee and pride

When my eyes meet your dulcified and vestal visage

The love and pain I feel is so indescribable 

Thou need not be a wealthy merchant, puissant and proud 

Thou need not be a grand courtesan, beautiful and wise

Thou need not be a samana, perfectly motionless and disciplined

I will still be proud of thee, no matter what

Thou can make as many mistakes as possible

Commit all of the crimes there art out there

Hurt me over and over again, with thy cruelty and repulsive contempt

Like a sword penetrating my heart, I will be in pain

Thou can hurt me once

Thou can hurt me twice

Thou can hurt me a million times

Thou can hurt me infinitely, putting me in everlasting pain

But I still love thee

I have loved thee yesterday

I love thee today

I will love thee tomorrow and forever and ever

Thou art my blithe

Thou art my aurora, lighting up my world

Thou art my abode

Thou art my everything

But I cannot stop thou from leaving me

I love thee so and so, like a string is tied to my heart

Thou can try to cut that string from my heart

And I must let thee do so

Alas, I must let thee, let thee go

As I did to my father, thou have hurt me

But forever and ever I will love thee

Even if thou never come back