I sought the shrine of Eros and I prayed:—

O God omnipotent, O God supreme,

O God of love who art the God of Gods,

Behold thy worshipper upon his knees

Prostrated in the dust.

Let not my supplications rise in vain

From depths iniquitous to heights sublime.

O grant me my request, good God of love.

Unlock for me thy secret treasure house

And make me master of the arts of love.

My heart conceives great symphonies of love

That my poor body cannot execute.

I am a Beethoven, I am a Wagner,

My orchestration needs a thousand pieces,

But am restricted to a shepherd’s reed.

Reveal to me the secrets of the ancients,

Instruct me in the art of love long lost;

That love of time when Gods and humans mingled.

In love I am a God, in love expression

I am alas! a frail, a weakling human.

O Eros! Eros! Eros! God of love,

Give me the power to love as Gods can love.