My love, on this night you have been crucified on

the two curved beams of my kiss;

your torment has told me that Jesus wept,

that there is a goodfriday sweeter than that kiss.

On this strange night when you looked at me so,

Death was happy and sang in his bone.

On this September night my second fall

and the most human kiss have been presided over.

My love, we two will die together, close together;

our sublime bitterness will slowly dry up;

and our defunct lips will have touched in shadow.

There will be no more reproach in your holy eyes;

nor will I offend you ever again. In one grave

we two will sleep, as two siblings.