A poem for farewell

If tasting paradises were for man,
than for what paradise would stand?
If taking a little in the taste of the lips
Where would my dreams sleeps?
Oh heavenly dust of star
Why is my heart so far?
So, the wise man leaves with a touch,
Saying farewell for what he desires so much.
Be still, words, be silent, heart
The courtin is closed and the lights apart.