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The night is most intense with all its dark force,

Only the flickering lamp will reveal when it is dawn.

The more I think of you O my beloved of my youth,

The more excruciating will be the time to be a corpse.

I drink and I drink, all kinds of wine,

From the moment dusk settles till the prayer chime;

I cajole with my friends and laugh with my kids,

I lie under the stretching canopy of the stars,

And wonder where you are, in Plaeides or in Mars,

Often do I remember when you used to sing with me,

A song of love, by Streisand* or Nancy*,

Then you would look high above and dream about us,

How nice it would be up there without any fuss.

But my very gaze would not shift from your face,

Because it was and is the epitome of all grace.

So when the sun descends and the people prepare to sleep,

I take out my wine bottle and with memories do I weep.

I have not known true love ever since you departed,

And keep pining for it through you, all brokenhearted.

I promise O my fairest one, in soul, mind and form,

To give all I have and be with you on and on...