I, when I kiss you,
will be at last your child
and when your forehead is burning
I will be kissing you
and I will take away your sorrow
I, that I hate you,
will find out your combination
to open (unlock) one of your returns,
I, that I hate you,
caress every one of your demeanours
I thank you
for swimming in your bottom
I reach your neck like a wave
I thank you,
and if I have to drown for your sake (so be it)