Song

The weight of the world is love.

Under the burden of solitude,

under the burden of dissatisfaction

the weight,the weight we carry is love.

Who can deny?

In dreams it touches the body,

in thought constructs a miracle,

in imagination anguishe still bornin human

looks out of the heartburning with purity

for the burden of life is love,

but we carry the weight wearily,

and so must rest in the arms of love at last,

must rest in the arms of love.

No rest without love,

no sleep without dreams of love

be mad or chill

obsessed with angels or machines,

the final wish is love

cannot be bitter,

cannot deny,

cannot with hold if denied:

the weight is too heavy

must give for no return

as thought is given in solitude

in all the excellence of its excess.

The warm bodies shine together in the darkness,

the hand moves to the center of the flesh,

the skin trembles in happiness

and the soul comes joyful to the eye

yes, yes,that's what I wanted,

I always wanted,

I always wanted,

to return to the bodywhere

I was born.

Allen Ginsberg