Ask me of love that melts hearts in flameAsk me, O king of my heart's dear name
Love of the impossible struck the core of my longingIn it, I knew the bliss and despair
O sorrow, you consume the springs of my desireO destroyer, you revive the heart with fire
I see him amidst darkness as if he wereA specter that appears with life as a stranger
And it circles me with the longing's sorrow as if I wereA lover who weeps in endless night
If my sorrows would heed my commandsI would see my tears flow like rivers
If the ocean of love would overflowI would not complain of its depth
If your soul were my yearning, my questFrom every heart I would find a beloved
Yet I love the impossible, for it isThe flame of eternity, ever burning
And I am ever ensnared by the impossible, for it isThe spirit of perfection—have I not loved something wondrous?
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