1. I still long for a fire I lit for them both
Until I thought the torment of fire had tormented them

2. The smoke rises black from its flames
As if the veil of repentance had been torn off and taken away

3. It was adorned with amber mixed with musk
And wore a necklace and was clothed in gold

4. So light plays at its edges in delight
And wine thunders in its corners, trembling

5. Sparks flew from it, if they flowed with
Lightning or met a planet, they would have extinguished it

6. If it were the time of scattering, it would have made it pearls
Or the time of triumph, it would have made it meteors

7. And the night is naked, stripped of its clothes
Exuberant, having torn the clothes of darkness in rapture

8. I swore by the eyelid, if it looked when it faded
It would have made my body parts its firewood