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 She touches me with her hands

And I am faint with beauty.

The embraces of her body are wonderful,

They are more to me than wisdom or honours.

Therefore I am not willing to die

Since she needs me.

For her sake I would betray my comrades,

I would rend the vesture of the most high!

Yet if you are so avid of blood

That even she cannot move you,

Poor God without a lover,

Slay us together, mouth to mouth and happy,

And we will thank not curse you.