Translation:The Poet to His Beloved
Beloved, on this night you have crucified yourself
on the two curved stakes of my kiss;
and your sadness has told me how Jesus cried,
and that there is a Good Friday sweeter than that kiss.
On this strange night when often you have looked at me,
Death has been happy and has sung in its bones.
On this September night my second fall
and the most human kiss have been officiated.
Beloved, we will die together, close together;
Our sublime grief will slowly wither;
and our deceased lips will have touched in the shadows.
And there will be no reproaches in your blessed eyes;
Nor will I again offend you. And in a tomb
the two of us will sleep, like brother and sister.
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