My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus It rings out from the house of my mother and father In Sham. The geography of my body changes. The cells of my blood become green....
When I love you A new language springs up, New cities, new countries discovered. The hours breathe like puppies, Wheat grows between the pages of books, Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,...
raise me more love... raise me my prettiest fits of madness O' dagger's journey... in my flesh and knife's plunge... sink me further my lady... the sea calls me add to me more death ......