Words of old age by Marie Madeleine

I cannot sleep
at night.
When my tired eyes
have barely closed,
her youth appears to me in dreams.

A naked girl,
fair and slim,
wild lust bright in her eyes:
Her body blossoms like springtime,
her breasts bud like flowers.

She leans over me
with a high laugh,
I hear her laughter echo;
so sweet and so full of scorn,
thrilling all the hollow silence.

Oh, how wildly
she mocks me!
Her body blossoms so like springtime,
a young, young, young girl.
I cannot sleep at night, I cannot.