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