It is so hard for my head! I look ahead and sway myself; I see you in a green mist--you are so far away.

Come closer to me.
You see, even in sorrow I am beautiful, and my look is languid because of my love.

Look into my pupil; I will narrow and widen it, and give it a peculiar glitter--the twinkling of a star at night, the playfulness of all precious stones--of diamonds, of green emeralds, of yellowish topaz, of blood-red rubies.

Look into my eyes: It is I, the queen--I am crowning myself, and that which is glittering, burning and glowing--that robs you of your reason, your freedom and your life--it is poison.

It is a drop of my poison.
How has it happened?
I do not know.