the sage seeking the state free of death— so I, oh my Sunshine, seek for you! And just like the sage would delight, once he had awakened to the truth, so I would delight, my fine lady, were I to become one with you. If Sakka were to grant me one wish, As sweet as a breeze to one who’s sweating, as Lord of the Thirty and Three, my Bhaddā, you’re all I would wish for,