Be near me

Be near me now,
My tormenter , my love,
be near me --------
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, 
darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, 
When it comes with cries of lamentation, 
with laughter with songs;
Its blue gray anklets of pain clinking with every sleep.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound of inconsolable children
Who, though you try with all your heart, can not be soothed.
When what ever you want to do can not be done,
When nothing is of any use;
- At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face, 
dressed in mourning, 
Be with me, 
My tormenter, my love, be near me.