You that, like a daggerís thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;
Within my mindís humility
You made your bed and your domain;
Infamous one whoís bound to meLike any felon by his chain,
Like a gambler by his games,
Like the bottle and the sot,
Like the worms in oneís remains,
Damn you! Damnation be your lot!
Iíve begged the merciful, swift sword
To overcome my liberty
To poison I have said the word:
Save me from poltroonery.
Alas the sword! Alas the poison!
Contemptuous, they spoke to me:
"You never can deserve remission
Of your accursed slavery,
"Imbecile! If our deadly empire
Freed you from your present fate,
Your kiss would soon resuscitate
The cold cadaver of your vampire!"