Matilda, name of plant or stone or wine,
born of earth, and solid,
word in which the dawn is rising,
whose summer bursts the light of lemons.
In this name runs the wooden ships
surrounded by swarms of fire naval blue
and these letters are waters of the river
leading to my burnt out heart.
Oh name discovered beneath a vine,
like a door to an unknown tunnel
connecting to the fragrance of the world!
Oh invade me with your scorching lips,
Explore me, if you want, with those eyes of night,
But in your name, allow me to sail, and sleep.
-tr. by Bethany and Remy Wilkins / Is this best translate? Suggest in comments if you know a better one, thx.