The night is a poem of longing
On its edges grow the rhymes of pain and deprivation
And a thirst to fill the pipes with your honey..
They say that the moment of longing is calm
And I tell you it is death on the shore of your existence
When I lean towards you and embrace you, you pretend to be absent 
Until everything within me is stripped away
You turn around and you are between my arms a ember
And a rose, and a song, and a sea that drowns me
And I lift from you everything that obstructs the view
To disappear into your essence.. and all of me tells you 
Wrap me up
From the horror of pain
Wrap me up
From an absence that does not bring me back, nor drops from me the autumn leaves
Wrap me up 
Oh, the horror of seeing
At the time of surrender to my pain and your pain
And to the future of the honey when it overflows
I disappear
And I commit suicide in a distant sea..
People build a shrine for me
On it your name, not mine
Your drawing, not my features
And you here still playing with the hair of my chest
In a close essence
In a stray essence
In an essence made on your eye
So I rise from my sleep
And around me is the rubble of the shrine
Openly before the eyes I boast your scent
So I am the fugitive
I am the stray
I am the one returning from my exile to the exile of ancient longing
How much it melted and how much it killed
And how much and how much
While it remains as it is dull
Except for embers it sends to us
So we die on its edges
And become its ashes..
You and I are still each of us in his bed
Dreaming perhaps he will return with the banner of victory and the sword of honor
So who else but us, my beloved
Writes on the gate of love
I am a lover! And am I a captive?