TO SPIRITS, NOT MAN
Take away your man
Take away its worries, troubles and failures
Take away its blinking at passing damsels – bake it no more worries
Bring it good girls for excitement and fine juice for refreshment
Bring it food for its soul and kisses for its thirst
Bring it closer to the arm of its spirit-lady
Take away its man-sense and colour it as the flamingo’s
To spirits, not man
Marry young women, unborn
Cream their faces with your care
Lay them in peace to pieces of desires
Converge around them with wine
To spirits, not man – love, I pray thee.
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