What is the Princess but the stairs?
And the running up the stairs,
Hearing my heart in my ears.
And feeling flush as I throw open her door,
Everything before our moment as nothing:
What I destroyed forgotten in mourning,
Eclipsed by time for them and for me -
For me, a new destruction. And a new union.
That is the birth of man: the death of the child,
Praying he won't hurt her,
Immolating both their souls in action,
Creating them man and woman by a sin which tears clothing.
Good GOD: I yield you my innocence.
My WOMAN: I yield you my nights.

And when a sunray shines on what trembled earlier,
I will wake her. We will descend together.