To be held in the Arms of The Supreme flow..
The Essence of all..through Love's Sublime Caress
This Peace never felt through my soul now infused
All is forgotten..all gone; could not bare any less..
of this magic..this mystique..this Balm; Oh to soothe..
this weary soul on its journey through Time
Love, embraces with Its Strength..makes me weak in Its Flight
An Embrace of Pure Ecstasy; Higher and higher doth climb.
Song of songs..
Rightly do they love you.
..why should I be as one who veils herself
By the flocks of your companions?
6 His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the does of the field,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pure Ecstasy is a touching poem.It raises one to higher planes.Very nice,