28


Your questioning eyes are sad.  They seek to know my meaning as
  the moon would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with
  nothing hidden or held back.  That is why you know me not.
If it were only a gem I could break it into a hundred pieces and
  string them into a chain to put on your neck.
If it were only a flower, round and small and sweet, I could
  pluck it from its stem to set it in your hair.
But it is a heart, my beloved.  Where are its shores and its
  bottom?
You know not the limits of this kingdom, still you are its queen.
If it were only a moment of pleasure it would flower in an easy
  smile, and you could see it and read it in a moment.
If it were merely a pain it would melt in limpid tears,
reflecting its inmost secret without a word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are boundless, and endless its wants and
  wealth.
It is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly know
  it.

29


Speak to me, my love!  Tell me in words what you sang.
The night is dark.  The stars are lost in clouds.  The wind is
  sighing through the leaves.
I will let loose my hair.  My blue cloak will cling round me like
  night.  I will clasp your head to my bosom; and there in the
  sweet loneliness murmur on your heart.  I will shut my eyes and
  listen.  I will not look in your face.
When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent.  Only
  the trees will whisper in the dark.
The night will pale.  The day will dawn.  We shall look at each
  other's eyes and go on our different paths.
Speak to me, my love!  Tell me in words what you sang.

30


You are the evening cloud floating in the sky of my dreams.
I paint you and fashion you ever with my love longings.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my endless dreams!

Your feet are rosy-red with the glow of my heart's desire,
  Gleaner of my sunset songs!
Your lips are bitter-sweet with the taste of my wine of pain.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my lonesome dreams!

With the shadow of my passion have I darkened your eyes, Haunter
  of the depth of my gaze!
I have caught you and wrapt you, my love, in the net of my music.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my deathless dreams!

31


My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your
  eyes.
They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the
  stars.
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity.
Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

32


Tell me if this be all true, my lover, tell me if this be true.
When these eyes flash their lightning the dark clouds in your
  breast make stormy answer.
Is it true that my lips are sweet like the opening bud of the
  first conscious love?
Do the memories of vanished months of May linger in my limbs?
Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of
  my feet?
Is it then true that the dewdrops fall from the eyes of night
  when I am seen, and the morning light is glad when it wraps my
  body round?
Is it true, is it true, that your love travelled alone through
  ages and worlds in search of me?
That when you found me at last, your age-long desire found utter
  peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing
  hair?
Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written on
  this little forehead of mine?
Tell me, my lover, if all this be true.

33


I love you, beloved.  Forgive me my love.
Like a bird losing its way I am caught.
When my heart was shaken it lost its veil and was naked.  Cover
  it with pity, beloved, and forgive me my love.

If you cannot love me, beloved, forgive me my pain.
Do not look askance at me from afar.
I will steal back to my corner and sit in the dark.
With both hands I will cover my naked shame.
Turn your face from me, beloved, and forgive me my pain.

If you love me, beloved, forgive me my joy.
When my heart is borne away by the flood of happiness, do not
  smile at my perilous abandonment.
When I sit on my throne and rule you with my tyranny of love,
  when like a goddess I grant you my favour, bear with my pride,
  beloved, and forgive me my joy.

34


Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I have watched all night, and now my eyes are heavy with sleep.
I fear lest I lose you when I am sleeping.
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.

I start up and stretch my hands to touch you.  I ask myself, "Is
  it a dream?"
Could I but entangle your feet with my heart and hold them fast
  to my breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.

35


Lest I should know you too easily, you play with me.
You blind me with flashes of laughter to hide your tears.
I know, I know your art.
You never say the word you would.

Lest I should not prize you, you elude me in a thousand ways.
Lest I should confuse you with the crowd, you stand aside.
I know, I know your art,
You never walk the path you would.

Your claim is more than that of others, that is why you are
  silent.
With playful carelessness you avoid my gifts.
I know, I know your art,
You never will take what you would.

36


He whispered, "My love, raise your eyes."
I sharply chid him, and said "Go!"; but he did not stir.
He stood before me and held both my hands.  I said, "Leave me!";
  but he did not go.

He brought his face near my ear.  I glanced at him and said,
  "What a shame!"; but he did not move.
His lips touched my cheek.  I trembled and said, "You dare too
  much"; but he had no shame.

He put a flower in my hair.  I said, "It is useless!"; but he
  stood unmoved.
He took the garland from my neck and went away.  I weep and ask
  my heart, "Why does he not come back?"

37


Would you put your wreath of fresh flowers on my neck, fair one?
But you must know that the one wreath that I had woven is for the
  many, for those who are seen in glimpses, or dwell in lands
  unexplored, or live in poets' songs.

It is too late to ask my heart in return for yours.
There was a time when my life was like a bud, all its perfume was
  stored in its core.
Now it is squandered far and wide.
Who knows the enchantment that can gather and shut it up again?
My heart is not mine to give to one only, it is given to the
  many.