I'll plunge myself into the profound volcano --
I mean ever inch -- from my bony hair to my chubby toe,
without regret, for I'm a phoenix, whose fate
is the jumping lava, the everlasting saga
that inflames, and burns, and explodes!
I'll throw myself into the insidious arms of Death,
for the promised day, when the Fire burgeons the chosen mirth.
No hesitate -- I'll dash into the phlegmatic sky,
like the Arrow of Passion's Bow, and shoot down the arrogant Sun,
redenning the entire azure...
Before that day, I volunteer to lay on the scalding Anvil,
taking the repetitious striking of that smashing Hammer.
And I'll die... but I will revive!