Don't Give Me the Wine!

I am drunk of my love, With the force of my passion for you! Don't give me the wine! Or my tongue will betray All the love no one dreamed hitherto; For wine will reveal all I hid in my breast, All the bitter hot tears that were mine, My thirst, without hope, for a future so blest— I am drunk of my love,—don't give me the wine!

You promise me roses now, if I will drink But one drop of the wine;—if you please Give only one breath from the rose of your lips! And death's cup I will drain to the lees. All passions are raging at once in my blood, Know my frenzy! Love's madness is mine. You seem for my suffering only to wish— I am drunk of my love! Don't give me the wine!