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)