O, terrible angel,
bright lover and avenger,
full of whimsical light and vile anger;
seeking the solace of night, or the danger;
alien to man, or savior.
Who are you,
seeking consolation and passion
in the same breath,
screaming for pleasure, bereft
of all articles of faith,
harsher than death?
giving more than taking,
how lucky the man
who has found in your love, this—our reclamation;
you must strive to fly though your heart is shaken;
you must not give up though your feet are aching;
lie here still in my arms; you must soon be waking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem