As a river loses itself when it blends with the ocean, so the bride becomes one with the family of her husband.
This is no mere marriage; it is the blending by love of their lives in one. And how can our words describe such a union?
Drenched by the billows of joy and sorrow in the ocean of life, this bond of love emerges, rendered indissoluble for evermore.
Ever on the hearts of husband and wife nectar is sprinkled; and by it the bond of joy and sorrow grows firmer, more divine, more lovely.
The relationship of husband and wife is full of love, yea, it is all pure love. The fragrant, cool wind of love fills their whole world.
Those are called husband and wife who have one soul, though their bodies and feelings be divided.
They are like two wheels in the cart of life; and vainly will one try to draw it without the help of the other.
Where this is not so, life is but wearisome. Apart from his wife, a husband is lame; and so is she apart from him.
When oil and wick combine, the flame leaps up; so, in the experience of the world, union alone is potent.