When in the charming oblivion
In the hour of bliss – ardent and mute,
In the minute of heart ecstasy
Suddenly, I meet your eyes,
When leaning on my chest your
Face, blooming by beauty,
When you hug me enthusiastically…
Then my tongue numbs.
Without feelings, without power, without moving,
In delighted ardent pleasure,
I forget the earthly world,
I drink the nectar, tear off the roses,
And I am not afraid of threats of
Fate and fatal destiny.