Classic Poem

When that your beauty
Shines and is the opening of waters in the sunrise,
When that in my arms you begin to glow with a deathlessness of glory,
My heart aches, my heart aches ...

Death is my worst enemy: he is the black foe:
He is blind to the gazing of these beautiful eyes,
And deaf to the music of these lips,
He has no mercy for moon-gold hair,
And no pity for these delicate light hands ...

Great must our passion be, to conquer him:
Great must our love be ...
We must make the world blossom with the pure immortal flame which is unalterable by darkness,
We must make Earth a song no storm may drown,
No wind may quiet ...