I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you,
I melt them downI can rouse a hundred formsand fill them with spirit,but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spillinforms the earth,
I merge with my Belovedwhen I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
