Spring beans and strawberries are in: goodbye to the oyster!
If I really knew what I wanted, I could give up Laylah, or give up everything for Laylah.
But "what I want" varies from hour to hour.
This wavering is the root of all compromise, and so of all good sense.
With this gift a man can spend his seventy years in peace.
Now is this well or ill?
Emphasise gift, then man, then spend, then seventy years, and lastly peace, and change the intonations — each time reverse the meaning!
I would show you how; but — for the moment! — I prefer to think of Laylah.