Let there be pain if it is to be, madness meantime
Let me keep faith in the pleasure sublime.
Let me see truth – for I know it is there.
Let me be blind to my torment – for his heart is not aware.
Let me suffer and thus be enlightened, to return only but goodness –
for he merits such kindness.
Do not let me hurt him – for I would want his pain to abate.
Do not let me smother him – for I would wish to emancipate.
Do not let me enrage him – for I would want only to appease.
Do not let me embitter him – for I would rekindle his trust in release.
Do not let me lose the purity in my anguish –
for above all;
I would want to be the essence of love and thus the retreat his soul, so tortured does wish.