I cannot sleep in your presence
In your absence, tears prevent me
You watch me, my beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference

All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace

Without love there is nothing but grief
In love… what else matters?

Love has pierced with its arrow

The heart of every lover
Blood flows but the wound is invisible

(Rumi, XIII century poet)