And all work is empty save when there is love;
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from
your heart,
even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection,
even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
If you cannot work with love but only with distaste,
it is better that you should leave your work,
and sit at the gate of the temple
and take alms from those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference,
you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half a
person’s hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes,
your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
Work is love