In the spring of your eyes
live the nets of the fishermen of the mad sea.
In the spring of your eyes
the sea keeps its promises.

Here I, a heart
that has dwelt among humans,
cast off my clothes and the lustre of an oath:

blacker in black, I am more naked.
Only now disloyal am I faithful.
I am you when I am I

in the spring of your eyes
I drift and dream of plunder.

A net catches a net
we part embracing.

In the spring of your eyes
a hanged man strangles the rope.