"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."

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 mortals love for the immortal? Love that is snuffed out by deaths 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.

Arise, and soar with the suns new-born rays, To breathe new life into dying nights and days.

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 blastLove without the pain, the passion that consumes?A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glanceFlow 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 painAn agony that lacerates my soul for ever.

But only a brief momentis granted to the braveone breath or two, whose wage isThe long nights of the grave.