Desires which well up inside,
Burning me as slowly they grow,
Now raging in my very soul,
Then consuming me with their fire,
Tempting—my guard is brushed aside—
A single coy look I cannot bear,
The wink of an eye or a long stare:
I will be overwhelmed with desire.
A dark and seductive voice calls me,
I strive to resist but want to give in,
My heart is crushed with this sin:
I don’t wish to listen to its call—
My consent is not entirely free—
It’s not fitting of my humanity,
But what appeal have I to dignity?
First I stumble, and then I fall.