The soul is invigorated And completly restored As He pours the sparkling red wine Into Her red mouth. No matter how softly he caresses Her He inflicts imense pain. He caresses her as well as He can On the bed of Love. Then She rises to the hight of bliss And to the most exquisite pain And She becomes trully intimate with Him In this most dazzling light She becomes blind in the sun The more ardent She remains the sooner She bursts into flames The more She burns the more beautifully She glows The wounds pour forth The breasts flown The deeper Her wounds become the more violently She struggles The higher She soars, the more She consumes, the more She has She is wounded to death by the beam of His fiery light Her spirit raised aloft, all earthly senses The longer She is dead the more blissfully She remains