The poet is the bride who awaits her bridegroom, Death. When he comes, she will offer him all her hopes, joys and love. Now the bridegroom has arrived and the wedding is celebrated. As a bride finds fulfillment in her union with the bridegroom, so the poet’s life will be fulfilled in union with Death.
thou who art the king of kings hast decked thyself in beauty to captivate my heart. And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover, and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.
is there no joy in the deep of your heart? At every football of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
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