I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Light, oh where is the light?
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world.
But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs,
and thou keepest me free.
The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where
or with whom - of that we are unaware.
'Trust love even if it brings sorrow.
Do not close up your heart.'
'Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them.'
Do not go, my love, without asking
I have watched all night, and now
my eyes are heavy with sleep.
Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
My love, once upon a time your poet
launched a great epic in his mind.
Alas, I was not careful, and it struck
your ringing anklets and came to