What harm if you embraced me before we part,
And bid farewell to the slain within my heart?
And planted roses in me with your kisses,
Until I’m intoxicated by your words, piece by piece.

What harm if you visited me, even briefly, in a dream,
And gently carried me from the darkness, unseen?
And placed me high in the sky’s bright light,
To drink love’s intoxication from its gleaming might.