Two happy lovers make one bread, a single moon drop in the grass. Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together; waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed.

The air and wine accompany the lovers.
The night delights with its joyous petals.
They have a right to all the carnations,
Two happy lovers, without an ending, 
with no death, they are born,
they die,
many times while they live;
they have the eternal life of the Natural.