Since I have seen you, I have been infected
With tormented love to you, and I have been
Tortured by mysterious executioner.
He is invisible, only felt. At every evening,
Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart,
And it bleeds all night. In the morning,
Whereat I wake up after sleepless sleep,
The same punisher cauterizes the wound
With heated seal and brands your name in my heart.
Although my sufferings increase, when
I see your picture, only, don’t think,
That I blame you. Oh no, how can I reproach
To such lovely living being, as you.
The daintiness of your face would be envied
By Euridice, herself, by the nymphs, themselves.
As peasant brushes his palm through yellow ripened crops
With a smile of gratification, because
His springhead of subsistence has yielded,
Thus it so Nature caresses your yellow hairs
With gentle breeze and admires the work of herself.
Your face is white and sleek as a lily. How could I find
The blissful bridge between you and me,
How could I find the key of the palace of your heart?
We are separated by so high a barrier, that I am unable
To jump over. Wherever I go, whatever I do,
I always see your silk face with luminous eyes.
I dream you at nights. In these dreams
We used to be close and mingle together.
After awakening from these dreams, the sorrow
Of bitter truth encompasses me again and again.
How could I find the path to you. Will I ever
Sail up into your harbour by my boat?
I understood, why this executioner punishes me.
He does so in order to seek the good.
He punishes me and, at the same time,
His finger shows to aim, to happiness,
That is to say, to the object, which would quench
His fierceness. Guess: to which object,
Object which like rain of Spring, washes
All the dirt, lingered about in springtime air,
Like refreshing waters of spring, soothes
My purulent heart, he shows? Yes – to you.
Although a lot of people commit suicide due to
Unbearable suffering, but anguish has no intention
To kill us. On the contrary – it seeks the good for us,
It wishes, that we abide. Only, it can not be ignored –
We must lend our ear to what it says
And obey it’s guidance to fulfilment of luck.
And yet, maybe, it is good, that you handed
The dagger and seal to him. Rather these tools will rust,
Than I abjure my intention. I unappease until
Among such names as Beatrice, Laura and Lota
I brand in people’s memory the name SAOIRSE.