If in thy mug were poison, I drink it, bring me.
If thy lips were sealed, I open them, bring me.
The nights thou hast cried, the sorrows in thy heart
Bring them to me without shying away, do not wither, sap [= exhaust] me!
Be the rose of love's vineyard/garden and sting thy thorn into me
Do not be kept by me burning, do not ask about my state.
- Racism is not far, it is in everybody's nature. Detect thy fears, thy prejudices, and live in unison with these fears and every being that does not harm thee.