"I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment, His burning candle consumed me - the moth; His wine overwhelmed my goblet, The master of Rum transmuted my earth to gold And set my ashes aflame |
"Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight Gaze you therein." |
Arise, and soar with the sun’s new-born rays, To breathe new life into dying nights and days. |
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is The long nights of the grave. |
I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon. |
What avails love when life is so ephemeral? What avaiIs a mortal’s love for the immortal? Love that is snuffed out by death’s passing blast Love without the pain, the passion that consumes? A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glance Flow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame! Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord, And mine will be the ecstasy of eternal love. Give me the pleasure of an everlasting pain An agony that lacerates my soul for ever. |