When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand, … Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.