Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er misunnelsen... It's not love that makes us blind. But it is envy ... No es amor lo que nos hace ciegos. Pero hay envidia ...

It is impossible to live
with these people
or with anybody at all.
Suspicion surrounds you
like an escutcheon
dye the scarab
red
and paint the dawn's 
directions
Sighing multitudes will
come from far away
to attend the plangent 
calf...