O, Narcissus, beloved, O Narcissus, dear,
O Narcissus, beloved, of this very night,
This very night, within my eyes,
A brilliance blooms, O Narcissus, dear.
Behold, do not look, do not look,
At your own eyes, your own bright eyes,
That I might become your beloved,
That I might become your beloved,
Beloved, grant the light of your eyes to me,
O Narcissus, dear.
In the lake of hope, overflowing,
In the lake of hope, overflowing,
Why does my lotus rise to flight?
Why does my lotus rise to flight?
On the riverbank, youth now stands,
On the riverbank, youth now stands,
Why should she remain so thirsty?
Alas, why should she remain so thirsty?
Within my eyes, within my eyes,
Within my eyes, how long will they yearn?
My unwed dreams,
Alas, my unwed dreams,
Beloved, grant the loan of your eyes to me,
O Narcissus, dear.
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