O sweet pleasure full of sweet thought,
When the sweetness of the sweet mingling,
Clasps and joins, soul mingled in soul,
The body to the body sweetly coupled.
O sweet death! O sweet passing!
My soul then with great joy troubled,
From me into you flowing all at once,
Now high, now low, seeks its rapture.
When we burn, Meline, with strong love,
I to be in you, you to take all of me into you,
Through that part, which enters deepest into you,
You receive it, I remaining a dead mass:
Then comes your mouth to give it back to my mouth,
Reviving all my numbed limbs.
Jean-Antoine de Baïf
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