At the beginning of time Love comes to those who love,
who find their joy in others' joy,
their tears in others' tears.
Their affair in others' affairs
For the love of others is a strength, and self-satisfaction is none,
For proudness has the power to compel affection.
But only Passion of self-consumption may come,
Submission looks for the grace of its reflection.
Because humility is like a tide that comes and goes,
And comes and goes according to the moon, giving and receiving as it flows,
For love becomes itself the cause of love, and hate the cause of hate,
But not with me, because where I'm from it is Love for hate