De Store Smerter Übersetzung

(O, powerful pain! The wild caress of death! / How burning hot he makes his love to us
That we may yield and soften in his arms / That life's defiance may be crushed in us!
O man! His breath has fanned you to a flame / His wild, fantastic breath upon your brow,
And in his arms you stammer in your shame / And giddy agony: "Yes! Take me now!"
I trust the hand that strokes my eager flesh, / I die when on my limbs I feel your breath!
But hold me not, my love, do not enmesh / My great and burning love, O royal death!
O man! When, all obedient and numb, / He left your body, and your word believed,
And waits with open arms for you to come / Was ever any lover so deceived?)