News has come!

 Tonight you will come—the word has arrived!
 The path you'll take, on that path my heart lies spread.........
 If the blade pierces and rapture stirs, then take this—I offer my breast laid bare!
 How many hopes I've nurtured, keeping this body-mind alive—now come!
 Don't come to my cremation ground, come to my pyre; far better
 if you had come a little sooner!
 On these lips life hangs suspended—don't you see?
 Come, my friend, the breath hasn't left yet,
 if I depart and then you arrive, what good will it do, tell me!