Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
There is a King Who is aware of every Mask you put on
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.