''The world is sated with the world''

Sergei Parajanov, The Colour of Pomegranates

Lo, I am drunken with thy love! I wake, but my heart sleeps.
The world is sated with the world; my heart its hunger keeps.
What shall I praise thee by, when naught is left on earth, save thee?
Thou art a deer, a Pegasus sprung from the fiery sea!
—Sayat Nova, ‘Love Song’