When the dark
Grows golden
With mysterious light,
The dark of midnight,
And grows starless
With overwhelming bliss,

Lit only by the moon
On Your forehead,
I lay pressed down
By the absolute nihil
Of your sweetness,
My limbs in dread!

All Universe is unified
By the onslaught of the One,
The sword and the lotus,
The bleeding head and the boon
And night and the light of Your eyes
Become synonymous.

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