If I am the sun, then you are surely the moon
my mirror’d mate who occasions upon my domain,
who has her own divine procession and realm
where I cannot follow
Oh that face, that face that I would taste
Is it vanity that I should see my light upon your face?
Visit with me a while once-more
and let others witness from afar our dance, that great pretence they call an eclipse
Oh that illusion of our union
Would that I could touch those hips,
that I could reach out and touch those eyes and those lips
abdulj. 