She touches me with her hands
And I am faint with beauty.
The embraces of her body are wonderful,
They are more to me than wisdom or honours.
Therefore I am not willing to die
Since she needs me.
For her sake I would betray my comrades,
I would rend the vesture of the most high!
Yet if you are so avid of blood
That even she cannot move you,
Poor God without a lover,
Slay us together, mouth to mouth and happy,
And we will thank not curse you.
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