pale light on yonder face be lit

lest harvest reap a moon unfit

twirling sways of liquid lovers slip

ne'er to tear apart thine marrow hip

the birds horizon melting sun shall slew

such jagged egdes since bequeathed to you

and there within the blade of icy cut

cease the fragile whispers 'if' and 'but'

know once no more these stems do intertwine

the spurt of blood-red fruit upon the vine

seek e'er to make thine treasures heart beat true

and birth the fields of faith bequeathed to you

Translation:

a love gotten by witchcraft poisons the witch. put away childish things and practice genuine selfless faith.

love is an actual doing, not a cock-a-doodle-doo strutting for the camera lens projection.