Mighty love's consuming fire
Has most deeply scorched my soul.
Cooling balm for hot desire,
Gracious tulip, make me whole.
Fire-sparkles are in your eyes,
Your dewy lips are so sweet.
As the clouds escape at sunrise,
Dispel cares of my heart's beat.
Angel, answer to my request
Words that will my longing still.
I will repay as a bequest
Thousand kisses at your will.
Csokonai Vitéz Mihály [Mihály Csokonai] (1773 – 1805) Hungary
Translated by Ina Roberts
Source: BabelMatrix
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