Loveletter to Lady Macbeth マクベス夫人へのラブレター

Lady Macbeth, thou art so fair 

with thy twin bejewelled eyes!

I am under thine eyes charm, and wish
only for in everlasting marriage, Io!
to Indulge in the eyes splendour.  thine ever uplifting Will.

For every other Woman on earth with their sidewards glance
draws Man down to sleep, boredom
and old age, 

wriggling themselves into the ground; 

thine enchanted straight gaze, makes
my infatuation ever youthful 

and drives me ever upwards. 

passionately shameful. ardorously witless! under the dark contours of an unknowable mortal heaven,
the twin gems high above beaconingly shine!

so afraid were I
to lose the favour of thy sight, I might struggle to grasp
ever inwards, some hidden fortitudinous power 

enflamming, to steal that secret splendour; yet
all old worlds husbanman's virtues have become too soft and wan, 
and suffer to degrade or perish without heat,
under the truthful light of the real Moon and Sun
when such a gracious and beautiful Lady's sight to meet!

methinks
for thee I want to be a Prince, more than a mortal could be, with a shiny visage

though neither altogether divine nor God-fearing, and
not your common heir to the world mundane
their dull earthly image

a Prince, methinks, Free-as-a-Bird, with a crown stealing all Stupor Mundi.
the giant storm-albatross of North told by Zhuang 庄子,
bringer of light; deceiver of sight.
flying with ease hundred thousand millions miles southwards 

against all opposing glittering tempests.
Although my wings spanning many mountain ranges never catch you, fleeing golden winds. Lady Macbeth. thy golden  brilliance.
Never shall the flyer part the sparkling hoisting air, so to soar high

 past even the cloudless Temple, 

forgotten by the blue sorrow of Olympian west,
let my Birds Sight see all there is to flaming paradise in His full glory

Sun

I shall bear All the inebriated, sparkling sheen giddily under my wings;

 or else let me fall,
to dark and moist, boundless earth's eternal mystery;

in more eastern-flowered and informal musical City

 of benighted ageless Xanadu

 in my stone-piled tomb of blind and numb, cool solitude.

next to an ever clear, refulgent, flowing silver stream called Moon.

where infinite stars of cosmos glimmer on the banks,

when the golden winds of my life cease.