Sobe—
I have a poison that will open your hearts to dreams.
Fana—
The dream which poison brings is too long.
Sobe—
This poison brings two dreams. One of beauty and one of death. Would you listen to them?
Fana—
Listening to dreams one avoids the dreariness of sleep.
Sobe (gently)—
You are very ugly, Fana. I have a poison which will make you beautiful.