The day’s not long enough for my idle mean-
And the night too short for my sprawling in
What is the world’s dazzle set against the thirst
of an eye?
And what barrier the dark of the world against
my blazing heart?
My path is too short for the uncertainty of my
For my wild tenacity, the wind is too slothful
What is the world compared with the sacrificial
altar toward which I lead myself?
And what’s eternity compared with my dying
All that I see, myself, is scanty compared with
my lack of desire;
And all earth’s arid ground is skimpy for my
What is female flesh set against my flaming
And flaming desire compared with my idleness?