Becoming One; Staying One

ADAM, my lover,

Various animals and birds, brought to him,

at the Shephard's tent,

and there he called them what they were.

EVE, my treasure,

A part of me,

turned flesh and bone.

A part of me made alive.

ADAM, my lover,

Dark and dazzling,

Better than ten thousand others.

The finest apple tree in the orchard he is,

and his fruit gives delight to my soul.

EVE, my treasure,

Eyes soft like doves.

A fountain of my own,

a spring no one else can drink from,

a lovely orchard with precious fruits and rarest perfumes.

ÌYÉTIDÉ