To a Corpse 💀🔥 🇵🇱 / Do trupa J. A. Morsztyn

To a Corpse You lie there slain, and I am also slain, You by the arrow of death, I by love’s dart. You have no blood, and color leaves my heart; You have bright candles, I a hidden flame. Your face is covered with a mourning cloth, My senses too are closed in dreadful night. Your hands are bound; I too have lost my freedom, And chains of love have bound my reason tight. Yet you are silent, while my tongue laments; You feel no pain, while I suffer greatly. You are cold as ice, while I burn in torment. Soon you will crumble and return to dust, But I, transformed into the very substance Of endless flames, can never turn to ash.