With spiritual yearning scourged,
Through somber waste I led my wander,
When seraph with six wings emerged
Onto the passway crossing yonder.

Upon my orbs, light as a sleep,
He did impose a fingertip:
Like a feared eagle's eyes were mine
And with presentiment did shine.

My ears ergo did he feel:
With noise they flooded and with peal.
Thus, I detected air's trembles,
The angels soaring in the sky,
Pelagic species' faint wambles,
The distant grapevine's shivery cry.

Quick, to my mouth then he had sprung
And ripped out my immoral tongue,
The tongue verbose and disingenuous,
And serpent's sagest fang was plant
Behind the quelled lips by his hand,
One soaked in blood, the hand sanguineous.

My chest with blade on open halved,
And, trembling heart at once withdrawing,
A burning coal inside he left,
A coal with fervent fire glowing.
In desert I had lain like dead.
By godly summons I was lead:
O Prophet, summon to my pleas --
Fulfill the precept of thy