Sruthán mé / Eu queimo / I burn

Sruthán mé / Eu queimo / I burn

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath most vehement flame. 

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
[Song of Solomon]

But O’ that we might forever wed, 
And have endless varied oceans of our own to ply
[JME]

You are my favorite place. I wander through you--
	drifting and dipping,
	an animal in green sunlit waters,
	afloat above algae-slick stones,
	caressed by smooth river rocks--
All of these words that you’ve given me.

We would be two princes, 
we would be Shenandoah and Potomac. 
You would soothe me and cool me, 
	refresh me and know every part of me,
	up under arms and breasts,
	between thighs and buttocks.
Even the secrets between my toes, behind my ears 
	and in the tangled dulsey tresses of my hair


...were it not that I burn.

I burn like a house on fire,
	skeleton-thoughts like the rib-timbers of retaining walls,
	stark and black against the agony of hungry lustful flames.

I burn like fires on St. John’s Eve, 
	fairy-beacons lighting the hillsides at dusk,
	drawing the young namesakes out.
	Trying to find me, they may wander off cliffs in the dark.

I burn like the tip of a cigarette by the river at midsummer,
	the smell of hot smoke, stinking mud and flies,
	buzzing and meandering like conversation
	shadow of sycamores over the shallows.

But on the good days I burn honest.
	For you, my flame leaps higher, 
	crackles merrily and dances.

There is no telling what feeds my blue-white heart,
	But when I think of your seagreen soul,
	I feel like the Sun.

Mé a thabhairt duit gach rud,
gach nóiméad den lá
(eitilt ghríosaí aníos)

Má sháraíonn tú riamh do na bainc
	agus teacht chugam faoi dheireadh
Níl a fhios agam cad a bhfuil a fhágáil a thabhairt.

Eu dar-lhe tudo,
	cada momento do dia
	(as faíscas voam para cima)

Se você nunca violar seus bancos
	e vem para saciar-me na última
	Eu não sei o que lá vai ser para dar.

I give you everything, 
	every moment of the day
	(the sparks fly upward)

If you ever breach your banks
	and come to quench me at last
	I do not know what there will be left to give.