Beauty shall not lead mem-
No, on no more passionate and never-ending quests.
I am tired of stumbling after her
Through wild, familiar forests and strange morasses-
Tired of breaking my heart and losing my sleep, following
a fitful gleam.
Beauty, you shall fly before me no longer-
Smiling, looking back over your shoulder with beckoning
Wanton, trickster, trifler with weak men;
Demanding all and giving nothing in return
But furious dreams and shattering visions.
Beauty, I shall have you~
Not in imagination only, but in the flesh.
You will pursue me with untiring breath, you will press
by my side wherever I go.
Even in the muddy squalor and the thick welter of ugliness,
You shall run to me and put your arms about my hips, and
cling to me;
And, try as I will, you will never be shaken off.
Beauty, I know you now-
And knowing (and loving) you, I will thirst for you no
Yes, I shall have you,
For I shall run on recklessly
And you will follow after!