1 Ophelia! A cloud of innocence, Tell me; how did the whole world Accumulate in your body, Then get lost in water? Tell me; how was my father murdered? How did my mother release the snake At my childhood’s birds? How did the ghost lead me to the ghost? And death to the flood? 2 Ophelia! Your moony body is my age’s elegy. Thus let me, like an orphan child Whose feast garment is stolen, Cry at you. Let me explore your fresh body To know the secret of madness and delirium. Let me explore your forehead To know the secret of rain. Let me explore your fingers. To know the secret of joy Let me explore your slim belly To know the secret of childhood and assurance. 3 Ophelia! Your mythical beauty tortured me every day Until it led me to the exiles of words. Your saliva delighted me As a magician who gets delighted with the thunderbolt. Thus hug me Before the last drop of my blood Will pass away like you. Hug me, Before the water eats me. 4 Ophelia extended her hands to me. But once I kissed her luxuriant fingers, Then they turned to daggers and insults. Once I kissed her charming breast Then the devils and elfs came out And surrounded me all around. Once I kissed her lips, Then the snake appeared to me And made me drink the poison In order to die... forever.