The frozen surface is standing downnUnder clouds of wishes and nBleeding desiresnUncertain fingers touch on the budnDisclosed, it re-echoes the spiritless nObject delightsnnThat time couldn't touchnHer divine gracenOh, himmel balsam, caress my lipsnnA miraculous balsam condenses at the footnOf her alcove from her to his mouthnThen he drink that nectar of godsnAnd he breath the smell of...nn„I'm not a nightmarenI bring the dark pleasuresnAnd sins, the stillness of nShape that serves your lust“nnA miraculous balsam condenses at the footnOf her alcove from her to his mouthnThen he drink that nectar of godsnAnd he breath the smell of love...n