Sink into the night and forget thy love,
Posing only the poor past of promise.
For she merely held herself far above,
With a kiss as her accomplice.

Strike! O petty blade into destiny!
Pull the curtain of the river aside,
Deliver me from torture, set me free;
Remove bonding shackles so I can die.

For as long as man and woman shall be,
Adam will always be destroyed by Eve.