Oh God, how long will it take for me to boil like a reed, like I burn every night in the arms of a fever, I will not be in the arms of a fever every night, I will burn from
the heart of my day,
like the warm cry of the reed, like a candle that weeps from burning tears , in
the lap of God, for how long?
I have no kind friend , no companion, no confidant who says, "If I have sorrow, I will leave the state to the solitude of drunkenness, come and see what a world I have without you , I have entrusted my heart to the passion of drunkenness, which I am intoxicated with the wine of your love , I have cut off my heart from the moment I sit on your breath, the pleasure of
all night, my heart is in God, like the spark, I am afraid of the sorrow of my night, my night will not reach the dawn, O heart of God, what is the matter with me?" News? Dont take any benefit from it, dont let go of madness, dont let madness get away with it, become
the fruit of blood, my heart, O your heart, my heart, if like
that tulip of the lamp of my garden, I burn all over, I am all hot to drunkenness, you are like a candle at night, I burn with fever, I make such a silent and trembling star in the shadow of the silence of the night, O
God, how long will I build like a reed, like
I burn every night in the embrace of fever ?I will not be able to speak from the sad heart of my day, I will burn
like a warm cry, like a crying candle from burning tears
