Let him who has lost so much lose no more.
Let it be enough, love, for what I have endured;
let it avail me now that I have never tried
to defend myself from what you have desired.
I have dressed your temple and its walls
in my wet garments and adorned them,
as happens to one who has already escaped
free from the storm in which they have lived.
I had sworn never again to enter,
with my power and consent,
into another such danger, as if it were in vain.
But I will not be able to avail myself of the one who comes;
and in this I do not break the oath;
for he is neither like the others nor in my hand.
If, in your will, I am made of wax,
and I have only your sight for a sun,
which, to whom it does not inflame or conquer
with its gaze, is outside the senses;
Where does a thing come from that, if it were
tried and seen by me less often,
as it seems to resist reason,
I would not believe my own senses?
And from afar, I am inflamed
by your ardent sight and so inflamed
that I barely sustain myself in life;
but if I am attacked up close
by your eyes, I immediately feel my blood curdling in my veins.
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