I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear the old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become the image of what is remembered forever.
You and I floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of the time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy of sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all lovers merging with the this one love of ours-and the song of every poet past and forever.
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