I speak your name with fear,
so that my lips will not burn,
so that I will not betray myself,
so that I will not scorch your name.

I do not speak your name aloud,
lest it suddenly grow cold and tremble.
I keep your name within my heart,
like a precious secret.

I speak your name with emotion;
I do not want the wind to carry it away.
For suddenly, somewhere in the air,
it might gather a trace of your name.

I speak your name with fear,
so that no one will ever know.

My beloved, my soul,
do you ever speak my name?