The Ashes of Paradise

What did you do, after all? With thousands of laughs, with thousands of kisses hidden in my lips? What did you do, after all? With thousands of songs sweeter than the trilling of nightingales in my pure throat? What did you do, after all, with thousands of dance turns rooted in my feet; with thousands of joyful sparks in my eyes? You branded my breast, in the name of paradise. You plundered you burned. A heap of ashes, in my place, you set down, and watched. A heap of ashes, particle by particle brimming with plundered being; a heap of ashes, stirring now in the sunset of the storm before the eyes of the people before the eyes of the world stirring now like the phoenix...