Cluttering thoughts spread
Among sea sand of desires,
Highly perverse but pure,
Good to reason but follow the want
For unity and the power of division scattered for-long,
To hate the many and love the few,
The acumen for self-love.
Succumb the unity among bloods,
What shall I do to get back my former state?
I heard the gentle whisper of love,
Singing near the mulberry tree.
Right...