You would be too beautiful to die in my arms But what can you do, when the body is weak and mind too sick You cannot desire warmness When you feel only the coldness of body Chilling senses, longing for ecstasy But what can you do, if body is only A reflection of senses I only crave for one thing One mind One ecstasy Perhaps I'm only nihility in fog of Your Values Nothing can I do -- I'm only Nothingness. Without craving -- I'm nothing And the hub of the Universe. For what is Nothingness if not the Grandeur of all My World My Existence.