I woke up in the middle of night - I was hugging the sun!
It was very bright, yellow and flaming, its fire could stinch!
Like a circle was heating me all, like the rings, all around,
And it was so great to embrace that my hand could not reach.
And from me - ricochet of the fire - was shooting it back,
From the fiery cannon it beated a very strong blow,
Which was suddenly softened, embracing me with fondling light,
This love fire was sweet, languid gunning, and honey, and honied.
I completely was drawn into her all again, like a magnet,
And I tried to fight back, with a crash - and a clang even heard,
As the click of a lock, and the ecstasy flame was metallic,
And embracing was tight, we were narrowly merging with her,
Watercourse was the sweetest - a tunnel, a superposition,
Beating up of the poems or two little suns paraphrase?
You have sent my blind burning to God, the Sun - so, could I see it?
I dont know. But what I remember is ecstasy race.