If heaven is your homeland and your father

If heaven is your homeland and your father,

if ambrosia is your sweet wine,

if Venus is your delicate mother

and if you feast on blessed nectar,

what are you doing here on Earth, o cruel one?

Why have you come to live in my breast?

Why do you war against my bones?

Why do you drink my poor human blood?

Why do you feed on my heart?

Son of a tiger, cruel animal,

you are wicked!

I am yours - why are you hurting me?