MASTER OF LOVE

If you know its bliss, don’t you spare the kiss
As the joy of love bears no moderation.
Let yourself be kissed and then, kiss as well
It is on your lips where love shall endure.
 
Do not kiss, do not, as a slave or believer,
Do it as if going to the rolling spring;
Let yourself be kissed  -earnest sacrifice-
The more biting kiss, the more trustful one.
 
What would you have done, having died before,
With no fruit but the breeze on your cheek?
Let yourself be kissed, on your breast and hands, 
Lover or beloved,  your glass rising up.
 
When you kiss, drink, let your glass fix your fear:
Kiss the neck, the most beautiful part.
Let yourself be kissed 
                                   and might you still need some,
Kiss yet another time, because life is too brief.