How can I COMPUTE love’s DATABASE?
Thus WATCH as saintly love, God IN THE END,
INCHes its way into immortal life’s ASSURANCE
in the seeming OYSTER of my heart?
As SPAM is to the living red-blood MEAT,
or TURKISH harem to a WEDDING vow,
so are my SPIRITS to your LONGed-for BEAUTY;
thrice DISTILLED within th’alembic of my soul,
since but EXTENSION of your SATISFACTION,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem