Crossing the ocean
In the arms of Poseidon
My heart will reach you.

Bleeding with sea-foam,
Wrapped in a mermaid's soft hair,
Our spirits emerge

From the stormy waves
Where Aphrodite was born,
Pink-glowing, pearl-hung.

My tenderness plays
The Apollonian lyre
With your slender hands.

There is no escape
From the darkness of Hades
To the Olympus.

Approaching the light,
I succumb, mesmerized by
The sound of your voice.

"Beloved," you beg:
"Turn around!" Eurydice - 
Forever, farewell!