Love, to be so full of desire of the other and desire for the other’s best good:

Of attraction to varying sorts of attributes.

One can sacrifice as it were, pour forth even to the last vapor,

Into the other whose best interest and attraction is found.

No matter how much is poured out,

If given up for the other, my very breadth can be expended.

Almost without any change, but that toward the other.

At once it has been refilled again,

Like a flower opening each morning anew.

The cycle continues, not in the inescapable suffering in Dharma,

it is a joyous thing that one only wants in increasing measure.