Few understand the mystery of Love,
Know insatiableness, and thirst eternal.
Of the Last Supper the divine meaning
Is to the earthly senses a riddle;
But he that ever from warm, beloved lips
Drew breath of life;
In whom the holy glow
Ever melted the heart in trembling waves;
Whose eye ever opened so as to fathom
The bottomless deeps of heaven  --
Will eat of his body and drink of his blood everlastingly.
Who of the earthly body
Has divined the lofty sense?
Who can say that he understands the blood?
One day all is body,
One body:
In heavenly blood swims the blissful two.

Oh that the ocean were even now flushing!
And in odorous flesh the rock were upswelling!
Never endeth the sweet repast;
Never doth Love satisfy itself;
Never close enough, never enough its own,
Can it have the beloved!
By ever tenderer lips transformed,
The Partaken goes deeper, grows nearer.
Pleasure more ardent thrills through the soul;
Thirstier and hungrier becomes the heart;
And so endureth Love's delight
From everlasting to everlasting.
Had the refraining tasted but once,
All had they left
To set themselves down with us
To the table of longing which will never be bare;
Then had they known Love's infinite fullness,
And commended the sustenance of body and blood.