“… desire rises up in her, she burns the seventy veils, she smells the flower of age, she climbs the three steps, she disappears into the skies, she comes down, I shut myself in with her, her body is a lamp, which lights up forty nights.”—
“… desire rises up in her, she burns the seventy veils, she smells the flower of age, she climbs the three steps, she disappears into the skies, she comes down, I shut myself in with her, her body is a lamp, which lights up forty nights.”—