Reason says,
 I will win him with my eloquence.

 Love says,
 I will win him with my silence.

 Soul says,
 How can I ever win him
 When all I have is already his?

 He does not want, he does not worry,
 He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria -
 How then can I win him
 With sweet wine or gold? . . .

 He is not bound by the senses -
 How then can I win him
 With all the riches of China?

 He is an angel,
 Though he appears in the form of a man.
 Even angels cannot fly in his presence -
 How then can I win him
 By assuming a heavenly form?

 He flies on the wings of God,
 His food is pure light -
 How then can I win him
 With a loaf of baked bread?

 He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman -
 How then can I win him
 With a plan of great profit?

 He is not blind, nor easily fooled -
 How then can I win him
 By lying in bed as if gravely ill?

 I will go mad, pull out my hair,
 Grind my face in the dirt -
 How will this win him?

 He sees everything -
 how can I ever fool him?

 He is not a seeker of fame,
 A prince addicted to the praise of poets -
 How then can I win him
 With flowing rhymes and poetic verses?

 The glory of his unseen form
 Fills the whole universe
 How then can I win him
 With a mere promise of paradise?

 I may cover the earth with roses,
 I may fill the ocean with tears,
 I may shake the heavens with praises -
 none of this will win him.

 There is only one way to win him,
 this Beloved of mine -

 Become his.