Tonight from all but you, beloved, I depart,
And turn my worthless heart to gold through love's pure art.
To taste your breath, the elixir passion gives,
I cast myself into the fire where my spirit lives.
Though harp and lute's enchanting melodies entrance my soul,
Your words—like stars cracked open—make me whole.
You spoke of rain, of thorny paths, of shoes too tight—
Through sleepless nights I sing laments and keep your sorrow bright.
While friends grow drunk on ruby wine in revelry,
I'm drunk on you alone, and beg one glance of mercy.
Should you speak of union in the morning light,
Before each noble soul, I'll stand—your warmth in sight.
I count your laughter hidden in each fleeting line,
Each smile you give transforms my sorrows, makes them shine.
For every grain of love your gentle hands impart,
Like straw to amber drawn, I'm pulled to where you are.
That morning breeze may bring me news of how you fare,
I practice arts of charm with every morning air.
So known I am along the paths your footsteps grace,
The moon herself bows down before your shining face.
Though ruby wine now shimmers in the server's cup,
For love of you, I keep my piety and spirit up.
Since to your face, O graceful cypress, my heart clings,
I turn from both worlds for love's transforming wings.
Though once I sought you night and day through wind and rain,
Now in my heart's own realm, I rule my own domain.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC