If love thou embrace me as I desire,

What world shall yield upon its four corners

And harbinger of the downs which fouls aspire

Me feared of- if in me of thee love bears?

In name of Love none can pierce my mithril;

Filthy, admit the air which doth inhale;

But drench to clear upon reaching my will,

For thee let not me in ways loves shall fail.

In happiness, not sadness, thee enfolds;

‘til the birds all flies not and fold their wings;

‘til flowers be withered and trees be old;

and mute be world and ills bitter wind brings.

May will face blows yet shalt not fear,

For thy love’s love, always in me prosper.

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