To make all the Marquis de Sade pale,
To make the whores of the harbor blush,
To make all the echoes cry for mercy,
To make the walls of Jericho tremble,
I will love you.

To make hells blaze in your eyes,
To make all the thunders of God swear,
To make your breasts rise and all the Saints,
To make our hands pray and plead,
I will love you.