Storms And Love

I don't know which I fell in love with first:
a storm, or you, my love.
But for your sake, o storm!
But for your sake, o love!
I go to live with one wild urge:
extending arms to my beloved,
raising my banners to the storm.
Then let us storm together, storm!
Our road lies straight and broad before us.
Sing, my beloved,
if your lover perish in the storm.