Never would I have thought to learn of dying;
Young forever, covered into my mantle,
I was raising my dreamy eyes up to the
Star of solitude.
Then suddenly you arose in my pathway,
Suffering, oh, so painfully sweet you were...
The delight of merciless death I drank to
The very last drops.
Wretched I burn alive tormented like Nessus
Or like Hercules drenched by his cloth in venom;
Waters of all seas can't even begin to
Quench my wild fire.
Burnt by my own dream I sit here wailing,
Upon my own pyre in flames I am melting...
Can I rise from it back to life in full light
Like that bird, Phoenix?
May those so stirring eyes perish from my way,
Come abreast again, my sad indifference;
To pass unto death peacefully, please, bring me
Back to my true self!
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