用你的生命点燃爱之灯。
Light， oh， where is the light？
Kdle it with the burng fire of desire！
There is the p but never a flicker of a f，
is such thy fate， y heart！
Ah， death were better by far for thee！
Misery knocks at thy door，
And her ssage is that thy lord is wakeful，
And he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the ra is ceaseless.
I know not what this is that stirs，
I know not its ang.
A ont as fsh of lightng drags
Down a deeper gloo on y sight，
And y heart gropes for the path to where
The ic of the night calls .
Light， oh， where is the light？
Kdle it with the burng fire of desire！
It thunders and the d rhes screag through the void.
The night is bck as a bck stone.
Let not the hours pass bythe dark.
Kdle the p of love with thy life.