Munch-Petersen, Gustaf Uddrag fra the ruler

I am the ruler
of all inescapable love -
but my eyes are tired
of condemning
what has always been dead -,
and my eyes can't like
what they themselves have created -
I am the ruler -
but my neck is tired
of its own inflexible pride -
my heart of blood
is tired of kissing what it has born itself -