I know not what 
your dark eyes have
that so troubles 
and thrills me when I see them,
that so troubles 
and thrills me when I see them.
They are so playful 
and so enticing,
their sharp glances 
probe so deeply,
that some swear God 
has made them
in order to show 
what good is,
to show what glory is, 
to show what heaven is.

But, on the other hand, 
they are so deceitful!
Saying so many things 
that they contradict later,
that some swear 
God has made them
in order to show 
what torment is,
to show what heartache is, 
to show what hell is.

And within your eyes, 
as within the heavens,
there are very dark nights, 
very mild days.
And within your glances, 
there is an eternal pairing
of wild flirtation 
and sober disdain,
and between their shadows 
and their twinkling
are starry desires 
and your thoughts.
As though, within the gloom 
of the dark night,
lightning sparkles 
with its living fire.

Lights that appear 
to be dying away,
and then, later, 
suddenly rekindle.
Captivating shadows, 
full of mystery,
like your loves, 
like my desires.
Something that gives life, 
and much that gives fear.

I know not what 
your dark eyes have
that so troubles and thrills me 
when I see them!