THE GOLDEN FOUNTAIN

O Muse, let the golden fountain vibrate
The rosy cup of your mouth with kisses;
From the harmonious foams let spring forth
Live, supreme, mysterious, eternal
The ideal lover, the one sculpted
In prodigies of souls and bodies;
He must be alive by force of dreaming,
As blood and soul are taken from me in my dreams;
He must be born to dazzle Life,
And he must be a new god!
The blue serpents of his veins
Are nourished by miracle in my mind…

O Muse, let the golden fountain seal
The rosy cup of your mouth with kisses;
The ideal lover, the one sculpted
In prodigies of souls and bodies,
Rooting his superhuman nails
In my flesh, he sobs in my reveries:
—I want no other life than your life,
In you exist the supreme elements;
Leave me under the sky of your soul,
In the warm soil of your body!—
—O Muse, let the golden fountain seal
The rosy cup of your mouth with kisses!