RIMA XXV

At night when you are cradled
by the silken wings of sleep,
and your curved eyelashes
appear like ebony arches,
to be able to hear the beats
of your restless heart
and then to lean your sleeping
head on my breast,
            my dear, I would give,
            all that I possess:
            light, air
            and thought!

When your eyes are fixed
on an invisible object,
and your lips are lighted
by the hint of a smile,
to be able to read on your
face the silent thoughts
that pass like a cloud
above the mirror of the sea,
            my dear, I would give
            all that I desire:
            fame, gold,
            glory and talent!

When your voice is silent,
and your breath quickens,
when your cheeks light up,
and your black eyes are half-closed,
to be able to see the burning spark
of moist fire that shines through
your eyelashes, as it erupts
from the volcano of desires,
            my dear, I would give,
            for all that I hope:
            faith, spirit,
            earth and heaven!