O Maiden Fair
O maiden fair whose elegant space that I, a little ant has found grace
It’s true that the breath of the devil resurrects Death
But your beauty can raise both Death and the devil to light
See your skin, as warm as a beige that glows under the merciless sun
And backdrops all the layers of gold you have dangling from your arms
O your eyes, feline and utterly luminous
As if they project their own ray beams
Fine woman of svelte neck, straight back and sturdy hips,
I secretly watch you – and patiently await my turn of acquaintance
To feel the peace of your calm temperament
And visualize up close the form of your
Lovely essence.
Speak to me, speak with me, why do you succumb to sorrow for the world that we despise?
Your tears leave me with a wounded heart. Come, cleave my breast and see
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