“What is man’s life but love, love of self;Man is dust, dust as his passion, dust as the beloved.{{pbr}}Death, it is your great act of piety for man –You take him to your house or he’d be left to himself.{{pbr}}Death is a covenant between the lover and the beloved;Death is a secret wedlock between being and non-being.{{pbr}}Death harbors the hidden port of life’s ocean;Death is helpless and a vision of beauty to itself.{{pbr}}Death is the only witness of my life and your grace,And O strange lord, of night and the crescent.”