Who went to the forest for flowers
Will not gather many mushrooms.
If you search but do not want to find,
You will come to the conclusion — they do not exist.

They did not kiss you,
And you yourself did not taste,
They drove you off from everywhere,
Yet you made up your mind — and you loved.

An acacia will not give cedar cones,
Nor a pine, apples.
Reincarnation hides from mortals,
The despairing say: “There is no love.”