Tell Me... What Manner of Creature Are You?!

Do you remember the day I found you — when I was
searching for myself...
standing at the crossroads, scanning
the faces of the passers-by in hope of coming upon my own face;
and I found myself the day I found you...
and I knew what woman I am... since I knew
what man you are...

What gladness visits me when I am with you!
And oh, the new world I see when I see you!
The sun of your heart lit the darkness of my heart,
and my eyes beheld what a beautiful world
I live in,
and what beauties live in me...

Do you remember the day I found you?
...I found my life the day I found you...
Out of the wreckage of my life you raised me a temple,
out of the shame of my weariness a hymn,
and out of my paltry existence a flourishing edifice
of faith...

Like the calm light of morning, you spread your light over
my heart;
with the bounty of the tender dew you fell upon
my withered life and revived it.
You stole, a warm feeling, into my blood...
I feel you and do not touch you. I perceive you and do not see you.

Tell me, what manner of creature are you...!?
You lifted me higher, many times over, than all the powers
of the world together could lift,
and you made me happier than any fate
could make happy.

You studded my eyes with stars and fitted
my chariots with wings —
oh, your wings, how strong they are, outsoaring the wings
of eagles at their heights...

Let me strew your sweetness along the borders of the path,
a month among the months of roses,
and sing to you, my beloved, a melody of genius at
the summit of a night among the nights of genius.
I have taken much... so no wonder that
I should give you back much... my beloved...
...nay, my friend...