1. And I touched a chaste caress I gained
By the hands of passion whatever longing wished

2. I controlled with it the reigns of yearning until
I fulfilled my hopes and eased my supposition

3. So ask not what was from it
Nor ask what was from me

4. And had it not been for the army of dawn overtaking
Its vanguards and the night leaving me

5. I would have persisted indulging my wishes
But perhaps I will return to my art