Here's the translation you are seeking, perhaps...
The Death of Lovers
We shall have richly scented beds—
couches deep as graves, and rare
flowers on the shelves will bloom
for us beneath a lovelier sky.
Emulously spending their last
warmth, our hearts will be as two
torches reflecting their double fires
in the twin mirrors of our minds.
One evening, rose and mystic blue,
we shall exchange a single glance,
a long sigh heavy with farewells,;
and then an Angel, unlocking doors,
will come, loyal and gay, to bring
the tarnished mirrors back to life.
(tr. Richard Howard)